On A Phone Call From Connie Tarrant

A winter dawn above Koroit was breaking gray
As the phone rang a call from Connie Tarrant in Liscreagh far away
A fellow i had not spoken to or seen for years
From a past i have shed for my last nostalgic tears

In his carefree humorous manner he has not changed much at all
In his prime years he drank heaps of alcohol and played football
But the drinking of liquid far more potent than orange he has given away
One might say he is on the wagon today

He talked of the Coolikerane O Connors showing their years in gray
Like all of their time physically they have known a better day
And Shannaknock's big Mick Murphy in his prime strong as a bear
Muscular from lifting weights and quite a robust football player

He talked of Jimmy Sullivan of Millstreet Town still going well
Though the years on him too are beginning to tell
Of a past we have known of in the forever gone
And only the memories of it living on

Our football games in Coolikerane bog and Neily Duggan's inch field
But youth to time is always known for to yield
And memories are all we have left of the past
And the biological clocks ever ticking on fast

I was there on the day that he married Noreen
Since then many sunsets in life we have seen
We drank and made merry in Killarney Town
The hair now silver gray that was then black or brown

A June dawn  over Koroit Town was breaking gray
As Connie Tarrant phoned from Liscreagh far away
A few kilometers by road to the Town of Millstreet
And a ten minute walk through the fields to where the rivers do meet.