Old Memories Are All

Old memories are all we do have to retain
Perhaps i will never see Clara again
And hear the birds sing in a Spring sundown
In the leafy groves just west of Millstreet Town

Good memories live on only true for to say
And will be in us until our dying day
In me the beautiful memories do not fade away
Of the hawthorns cloaked in their white blooms of the May

Perhaps in a Summer twilight in a field by River Finnow
I will never more hear the soft lowing of a cow
Such memories that outlive the nostalgic tears
Of the what used to be in the long gone years

The Seasons pass quickly beyond our lives physical prime
And eventually we all become victims of time
One fact of our existence and fact never lie
Is the longer we live the sooner we will die

Perhaps i will never more hear the voice of the rill
Babbling to the river down the fields by the hill
But in my visualizations my thoughts take to wing
And i walk in the fields of the far away Spring.