Home To Macroom

He says he will go home again to Macroom
When wildflowers in the fields by Sullane are in bloom
And the hawthorns are cloaked in their white blooms of the May
Good old memories live on as the wise one does say

He has not lived in Macroom for quite a few years
And he has long shed the last of his nostalgic tears
But he retains the mental pictures of the what used to be
A beauty that lives on in his memory

He says he would   like to go back to Macroom for to see
The pink and gray blossoms on every fruit bearing tree
In mid to late April when the wild-born nesting birds sing
And the countryside green in the freshness of Spring

Home to Macroom if only for a short stay
To the place were he first looked on the lamp of day
In the prime of Spring a lovely time of year
In the fields by Sullane when Summer is near.