I Only Have Memories

 To me it will always be my first homeplace

Where years ago to many mine was a known face 

But i have not been to there for thirty four years

And for the what was i have shed my last tears

Perhaps i will never again walk in the fields to where the waterways meet

On an evening in Spring just west of the Town of Millstreet

When the hawthorns are cloaked in their white blossoms of May

A beauty from memory that don't fade away

In the rushy bog melodiuos and clear

The song of the curlew so pleasing to hear

So pleasant and flute like good memories last

Of such memorable mental images that live from the past

In fancy i often visit the old fields again

And memories of the past today i retain

The voice of the ever flowing Claramore rill

With a babbling tongue that is never still

I only have memories of what used to be

Of faces and places i may never more see

The now is what matters and the now is today

And the clock on our lives ever ticking away.