Across Bill Pad's mountain steal the fog rains of gray
It is cold by old Mushera on this November day
No song of brown mottled birds pipit or lark
At this time of year in Millstreet Country Park
Since it became Millstreet Country Park i have never been there
My journey in life did take me to elsewhere
But i harbour good memories of Mushera in Spring
When high above the bracken the skylark does sing
To fill the silent mountain with song as he fly
A musical speck in the gray of the sky
On a calm and a beautiful evening in May
Good memories live on as the wise one does say
Millstreet Country Park by old Mushera in the high countryside
In Spring to Summer and early Autumn a tourist attraction for people Worldwide
Visitors of every Nationality and every Race
Leave with good memories of what is a beautiful place
Across Bill Pad's mountain steal the gray fogs of rain
And brown storm water flowing in every stream and drain
At least six months from the prime of Spring in May
The entrance gate closed in Millstreet Country Park today.
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