Perhaps I Will Never

 Perhaps i will never see Claraghatlea again

Or go for a walk in the wind that brings rain

In the rushy fields to where the waterways meet

In the green countryside near the Town of  Millstreet

It was my yearn for adventure that brought me far south

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

Today i would be a stranger to many in Duhallow's Millstreet Town

On old streets i often did walk up and down

In this far southern coastal place of echidna, koala and kangaroo

And white long billed corella and yellow tailed black cockatoo

Far south in distance eighteen thousand kilometres or more

From the rocky cliffs that border Hibernia's shore

In the countryside in view of Clara where mine was a known face

Today there to many i would be a stranger in my first homeplace

Yet despite my years of absence the memories with me remain

Of faces and places i may not see again

I may never more hear the low of a cow

On a Summer evening by old River Finnow

But the memories remain with me of that place far away

Where i first did look on the bright lamp of day.