On The Butter Road

From the heights of Mushera the gray mountain fog
Silently steals across the Butter Road and cloaks Togher Bog
In poor driving conditions frost, fog and snow
On the narrow high mountain roadways drivers must drive slow
From the Butter Road on a clear Summer's day on the higher ground
The scenery breath taking for kilometers around
But the Butter Road to drive on in bad weather is not a pleasant thing
In fog, frost and snow from mid Fall to early Spring
A narrow high road that winds up and down
The Butter Road to Cork City from Duhallow's Millstreet Town
A roadway i know that i often drove on
When i was a younger man in Seasons long gone
And only the memories with me does remain
Of what used to be and may not be again.