Where Old Clara Mountain

Where old Clara Mountain ever looks down
On Duhallow and Sliabh Luachra and Millstreet Town
Fond thoughts from my mind never that far away
Of the place where i first looked on the lamp of day
In the fields of the badger and silver backed crow
Old River Blackwater as ever does flow
On it's journey through North Cork to the Atlantic Shore
The sound of it's babble will be forever more
Old memories to me remain a source of joy
Of where i grew to love Nature when i was a boy
It was my love of adventure that brought me far south
Of the waterways of the dipper and the shy and wily brown trout
Old memories of what was in me does remain
And in fancy i often climb Clara again.