Perhaps

 Perhaps i may never more see Millstreet Town

Or again on familiar streets to me walk up and down

A town i was well known in many years ago

Long before time it did become my foe

Where to many of the locals i was well known

Most today there would not recognize me as one of their own

It has been thirty four years since i lived near the Town of Millstreet

And i may never again walk in the fields to where the waterways meet

Perhaps i will never again climb Clara's Hill

Or hear the babble of the Claramore Rill

In Claraghatlea fields winding it's way

To the rivers to the Atlantic Ocean flowing night and day

Perhaps i will never walk in the old fields again

And only the memories with me now remain

Of the what was in the what used to be

Only the memories are living in me.