Memories Of Clara

 Good old memories return on the wings of joy

I first climbed Clara Mountain as a young boy

Gazing on the beauity of the fields where the waterways meet

In the green countryside by the Town of Millstreet

But time that ages all things has become my foe

And going back the years this now seems long ago

From Clara the old hill i am far away

And memories are all i have of it today

On pleasant evenings in Summer in July

The larks above the bracken sung as they did fly

The tiny blue fruits of the whortleberries a tasty treat

In the taste buds of the mouth tasted so sweet

Though i have not been in Millstreet for thirty four years

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

And only the memories with me now remain

Of faces and places i may not see again

But on the green countryside west of Millstreet Town

Clara the old hill as ever looks down

As it did before the arrival of the first woman and man

The mountains on them do not have a time span.