I will walk through the fields to where the waterways meet
Where i used to walk many Seasons ago
Long before time it did become my foe
Where i first grew to love Nature as a young boy
And learning of her ways today i enjoy
In this beautiful place in this Land far south
Of the fields of the rooks and waterways of the brown trout
Here in the home of koala, black wallaby and grey kangaroo
And emu, echidna and galah and yellow tailed black cockatoo
Time that ages all life has left it's mark on me
And the grey fog on Clara i may never more see
Only memories remain of con the master's and matty owens bog
where i often hunted with pudsy the dog
All i do have now are memories of the past
To reflect on a youth that seemed to pass far too fast
We are born into life to die eventually
And the past just a memory of the what used to be
What tomorrow holds for us who is to say
The now is what matter and the now is today
If ever i return to Millstreet in Duhallow the young people there would say
Who is the balding old bloke with hair of silver gray
So perhaps here in the coastal Moyne Shire suppose i will stay
And remember the old fields i loved far away.
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