A Duhallow Beauty

I remember her when her hair was light brown
When she was a young convent flower girl in Millstreet Town
At a Corpus Christi procession on a Summer Sunday long gone
Only memories of what was today living on

With other convent going young school girls she looked innocent and sweet
The petals from their baskets of flowers they kissed and tossed on the street
In their white communion dresses in their lives early Spring
The innocence of youth is such a beautiful thing

She grew into a beautiful young woman but sad for to say
In Millstreet she was one who did not choose to stay
The wanderlust in her for a Land far away
Her future to be in the U S of A

Near the prime of her life a beauty to behold
She left her home Parish as a nineteen year old
The former convent flower girl so beautiful yet free of conceit
A joy for to know of and a pleasure to meet

A Duhallow beauty of the distant past
On looking back the Seasons time did go so fast
And only the memories with me now remain
Of one i knew of but will not meet again.