On Old Cladoch Today

The sun behind grey clouds is hidden away
And perhaps will not shine on old Cladoch today
The wintry gales down the valley blow with a cold chill
Sheep bleating on the high fields and snow on the hill

Swollen from the heavy showers of sleety rain
Brown storm water flowing fast in every drain
When the cold gales of sleety rain and snow are about
The few mountain farmers who live in Cladoch of their homes seldom venture out

A valley by the mountains between Rathmore and Millstreet
Where Duhallow and Sliabh Luachra are known for to meet
Old Cladoch was very old when Fionn was in his prime
Some will even tell you it is as old as time

For Global Warming the few residents of Cladoch are surely not to blame
In the twenty first century this should be a claim to fame
By traffic noise they are never woken at night
On the narrow road of the valley cars are not a common sight

Most of the young people of Cladoch move to live elsewhere
Some opf them live in cities in the big World out there
But those of a deeper love of home in the valley does stay
Happy to grow old in where they first saw light of day

Cold winds of December down the valley blow
When the old hills of Cladoch wear their hats of snow
And the bleating of sheep the only living sound
In the valley of the Boggeraghs when Winter is around.