On Clara In July

The air it is warm without the least sign of chill
As i stand by the steel cross on old Clara Hill
As entranced by the beauty on i am gazing down
On the fields and houses of Millstreet Town

To the taste buds of the mouth such an appetizing treat
Whortleberries the tiny blue fruits of the heather delicious to eat
Of how happy i feel the words i do not have to say
Of the beauty around me on this sunny Summer's day

To my left Kippagh, Toorbonia, Caherbarnagh and Gortavehy with the face of stone
And Anu's breasts in Sliabh Luachra the sister Paps of Shrone
On a clear day from Clara the scenic views far and wide
Of the Cork Kerry border's scenic countryside

Such amazing scenery i feel privileged to see
Cullen, Kiskeam, Boherbue and Derrinagree
Rathmore, Barraduff, Gneeveguilla and beyond Knocknagree
Such natural beauty to live for a lifetime in the memory

A musical speck in the blue and gray sky
A brown lark is singing as upwards he does fly
His mate quietly sitting on her ground nest
With the larks of the future in the eggs neath her breast

From Clara in Millstreet in miles far away
I awoke from sleep in the dawning gray
A magpie was warbling and a blackbird did sing
In early September in Illowa in Spring.