Perhaps I Will Never

 Perhaps i will never see the Boggeraghs again

Their summits half  cloaked in the grey fogs of rain

Of such things the memories i only retain

That from the long ago in me does remain

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

All i have are the memories of the long gone years

Of the fields of the rook and the silver backed crow

In the green countryside where the Blackwater flow

We all have our memories of the what used to be

Of things in reality we may never more see

In fancy a male orange breasted robin i hear

Singing on a leafy birch tree in the Spring of the year

In view of the Boggeraghs from here far away

Old memories of the past are all that are with me today.