Since i last walked on the street of far off Millstreet Town
Many highways and byways i have been up and down
Going back the Seasons this now seems long ago
And time that ages everyone has become my foe
I would feel a stranger in Millstreet today
Who is this old fellow many young locals would say
To their parents and grandparents i used to be known
Back when they did see me as one of their own
It is only saying something that most of are aware
That eventually time of everyone does take care
The young of the nineteen fifties showing their years in grey
And where the deceased are some of them do lay
I may never again see an Irish sunrise
Though the Boggeragh Mountains i can visualize
And in Spring in the leafy groves near Millstreet Town
Hear the birds singing just after sundown
Only the memories today i retain
Of faces and places i may not see again
Like all others time for me did not stand still
And only in dreams now i climb Clara's Hill.
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