In Claraghatlea by Millstreet Town my journey in life began
And there i lived as a boy and grew into a man
But there i may not live my last night and day
Since from the shores of Hibernia i am ageing far away
It has been thirty four years since the Boggeraghs i last see
And time that ages everything has left it's mark on me
And all we have are memories of the what used to be
We would not even have a past without our gift of memory
I secretly do envy those who have a sense of place
They never wish to venture far from where their's is a known face
They will never know of nostalgia as many migrants do
If you are one of their sort i can only envy you
Such a nice thought the memory of the soft lowing of a cow
In the calm of a Summer twilight by the river of Finnow.
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