Though I Used To Live Near There

 Though i used to live near there when my hair was dark brown

It has been many years since i see Millstreet Town

Or watched the grey fog envelope Clara's Hill

Or hear the Babble of the Claramore Rill

With a tongue never silent by night or by day

In Claraghatlea fields slowly winding it's way

To the bigger rivers to the Atlantic shore

In a distinctive voice that is forever more

Though my friends in Millstreet i have not seen for years

For the what used to be i have shed my last tears

Today i may not recognize them or they may not recognize me

Since it has been many years since them i last see

Fond memories are all that with me now remain

Of faces and places i will not see again

Though i still think of them as my friends of the past

Memories of what was with us only last

Like every other migrant memories of the past i retain

And that good memories can be a source of joy it's own self does explain

And the past just a memory of the far away

But the now is what matters and the now is today