Of The Hard Ways Of Life

Of the hard ways of life of i have come to know
Far south of where old River Finnow does flow
In the old rushy fields by the Town of Millstreet
The scenic countryside where the waterways meet

That time is our master none ought to deny
On looking back the years the Seasons do fly
In ten years from now if living i will be an old man
And close to the end of my given time span

In the quiet of a Summer twilight in a field by the River Finnow
In fancy i can hear the soft lowing of a cow
Under a darkening sky just after sundown
In the beautiful countryside near Millstreet Town

The past may be gone but the memories remain
Of a mottled brown lark singing in the gray clouds of rain
Above Matty Owens bog in the gloam of the day
In the cool of the evening in the prime of the May

My journey in life it has brought me far south
Of the home of the badger and the brown river trout
But good memories of what was today i retain
When in fancy i walk in the old fields again.