On the Slopes Of Clara Mountain

On the slopes of Clara Mountain in the gray of the twilight after sundown
I often gazed upon the darkening fields and the lights of Millstreet Town
In the high woodland of Claramore the nesting birds did sing
I only have the good memories of what is a long gone Spring

I only have the mental images of the beauty i have seen
But good memories last a lifetime and in the mind stay evergreen
In a Spring gloam on Clara Mountain time for me seems to stand still
As the gathering clouds of twilight slowly darken the old hill

Like all migrants i only have good memories that remain enjoyable to me
Of the things that brought me pleasure in the long gone what used to be
Save for the bleating of the hill sheep the silence was profound
Above the darkening countryside viewed from the higher ground

Those who never yearned for travel i do envy in a way
They are happy for to grow old in where they first saw light of day
In familiar surroundings among people they know well
You do not have to travel distance to have life stories to tell

In the high wood of Claramore in the twilight of the day
The nesting birds are singing in the prime of Spring in May
On the slopes of Clara Mountain in the gray after sundown
Overlooking the darkening fields and the lights of Millstreet Town.