November In Duhallow

Just west of the Duhallow Town of Millstreet
In the old rushy fields where the waterways meet
Flood waters subsiding in the dawning gray
As the salmon upriver to spawn swim their way
In November in Duhallow in the late Fall of the year
The songs of the birds one not likely to hear
The cattle in the farmyard sheds are bellowing for silage or hay
And the Winter draws nearer with each passing day

The cawing of the rooks on the bare deciduous trees
Is carrying some distance in the freshening breeze
In the cold of the morning the hare in tawny brown
Between the rushes to warm it's body does run up and down
In late Fall in Duhallow in the wind and rain
Brown storm water flowing in every field drain
Only memories remain of the what used to be
And the sounds and sights of Nature we heard and did see
Under an overcast sky that was sunless and gray
In November in Duhallow from here far away.