In Distance Far Away

In Claraghatlea near Millstreet town my first homeplace
To many today there mine would be a stranger's face
I have not been there for some thirty three years
And for what used to be I have shed my last tears
Though the old fields I mentally can visualize
And hear the birds sing on a Spring sunrise
In reality I may never again climb on Clara's hill
Or hear the babble of the Claramore rill
Where I grew to love Nature when I was a boy
And learning of her ways today I enjoy
Far south of the fields where the waterways meet
Just west of the Duhallow Town of Millstreet
To the flutes of the magpies I wake every day
From where I was born and raised in distance far away.