I only have memories of Winters i did know
When the Boggeragh mountains were covered in snow
And every rill, stream, river and drain
Flowing swollen in brown waters of recent rain
For me life it is very different today
And that the past just a memory seems true for to say
The Winters much milder in this place far south
Of the fields of the badger and waterways of the brown trout
I only have memories of rain, storms, frost and sleet
And snow on old Clara overlooking Millstreet
And hearing cattle in farmyard sheds bellowing for silage or hay
Many Winters ago in a place far away
We live in the now and the past it has gone
And the clock on our lives ever keeps ticking on.
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