The Now Is Today

Though the roadways of life i have been up and down
My travels they did not lead me to renown
And it has been many yeaars since my hair was dark brown
Since i lived in the countryside by Millstreet Town

Though fond memories of them today i retain
Perhaps i won't walk in the old fields again
Or hear the babble of the silver tongued rill
Flowing down from the high country by Clara's Hill

Or in Claraghatlea on an evening in Spring
On a leafy birch tree hear a chaffinch sing
In life for me thus far no financial gain
And of the what used to be only memories remain

Every morning the warbling song i do hear
Of the bird who does sing every day of the year
The black and white magpie to shrike thrush family his sort belong
Once seen and once heard never more to get wrong

And the past just a memory of what used to be
Of places i knew i may never more see
From here far north and thousands of kilometers away
But the now is what matters and the now is today.