Since I Came To This Land

Since i came to this Land many Seasons ago
The old clock of time it has become my foe
My hair dark brown then it is now silver gray
And one can say i have known a far better day
I have not seen Hibernia's shores for near three decades of years
Yet i have shed all of my nostalgic tears
Though on my flights of fancy i can see again
Old Clara half cloaked in the gray fogs of rain
And river Finnow in flood waters of brown
Bank high in the rushy fields near Millstreet Town
And in March i hear the breeding frogs croaking in the flooded drain
Some things of the past in the memory remain
When i came to this land i was past my physical prime
And now i am wearing the wrinkles of time.