Of the fields of the rooks and the waterways of the brown trout
To this place of echidna and koala and wallaby and grey kangaroo
And corella and pee wee, white backed magpie and cockatoo
The old fields i loved i may never walk on again
But fond memories of them today i retain
Most of the mentors of my younger years to the forever gone
And only the memories of what was live on
In visualizations i often climb on Clara in July
On a nice Summer evening with the sun in the sky
To eat the whortleberries the blue fruits of the heather to the taste buds so sweet
Overlooking the green countryside of Millstreet
The skylark a musical speck in the sky
Was singing as up towrds the sun he did fly.
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