If ever again i return to Millstreet
Many i knew there i know i will not meet
For many are deceased or like me live far away
From the Town and countryside in view of Clara today
A stranger in Millstreet in Duhallow where to many i was once known
Where today most there would not see me as one of their own
I have not seen Duhallow for thirty one years
And for there i have shed my last nostalgic tears
Yet i often think of the Town and the fields near Millstreet
In the green countryside where the waterways meet
Though the now only matter and the now is today
Old memories die hard as the wise one does say
Absence makes us strangers is how it seems to be
And in Millstreet today many would not know me.
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