Of The What Used To Be

In years just seven short of my fourth score

I may never again climb on Claramore

And enjoy the views of the green countryside

Of Duhallow and Sliabh Luachra that stretch far and wide

Far beyond Millstreet Parish and beyond Rathmore and Knocknagree

And well into east Kerry as far as the eyes can see

Today the old memories remain evergreen

Of the beautiful sights that i have seen

When i was much younger decades ago

Time that rusts iron has become my foe

All i have are the memories of the what used to be

Mental pictures of natural beaauty that i did see

This is all today i have to retain

Of the what used to be but may not be again.