I May Never More

I may never more see the gray fogs of rain
Creep over the Boggeragh mountains again
Or hear the ripple of the crystal clear rill
Flowing down the high fields from it's source by the hill
My journey in life it has brought me far south
Of the fields of the badger and the streams of the brown trout
And only the fading memories are with me today
Of where i grew to love Nature from here far away
In the old rushy fields when i was a boy
And learning of her ways today i enjoy
Yet the more i learn of her the more i have come to realize
That of her i know little this not a surprise
And though we learn as we live i have no reason to doubt
That of Nature i know very little about.