In Millstreet County Cork the changes keep happening as i have been told
That it is not the Millstreet of the days of old
A new generation the years come and go
And time as is often said becomes everyone's foe
But old Clara Mountain as ever looks down
On the fields and the houses of Duhallow's Millstreet Town
And the River Finnow towards the Blackwater flow
In the fields where the rushes in clusters do grow
The countryside looks the same but facts never lie
That people grow older and eventually die
In the Millstreet of today mine to many would be a stranger's face
And where i once was well known i might seem out of place
Far north of this countryside by Warrnambool
I first saw light of day and went to primary school
My best physical years of life i spend in Millstreet
In the green countryside where the waterways meet
Of a place to my thoughts that remain ever dear
The changes keep happening in Millstreet i hear
But changes occurring almost everywhere
In towns and villages and cities in the big World out there.
Thursday, August 4, 2016
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