Since I Last Saw Duhallow

 That nostalgia is linked in memory to the past it's own self does explain 

And like most migrants memories of what was good and bad i retain

That until i draw my last breath in me will remain

I often wonder will i ever see old Duhallow again

Of the fields of the badger and waterways of the brown trout

The yearn for adventure did bring me far south

And only the mental images are with me today

Of faces and places i knew far away

I believe in the Duhallow i was raised in change is happening fast

And only the memories remain of the past

I may never again see the Boggeraghs in snow

When the chill winds of Winter down the high country blow

And i may never again on an evening in Spring

On a leafy birch tree hear a male chaffinch sing

When the old fields are in their wildflowers of the May

That good memories die hard only true for to say

Since i last saw Duhallow it seems long ago

And time that ages all things has become my foe

And only the memories today are with me

Of the long ago and the what used to be.