Perhaps I Will Never

Perhaps i will never see Clara again

Or walk in the fields in the wind that brings rain

To that beautiful spot where the waterways meet

A short walk from the Duhallow Town of Millstreet

It was my yearn for adventure that lured me away

From where i first looked on the bright lamp of day

To experience life in the big World out there

And become one of the many people from elsewhere

Who in the homeplace did not choose to stay

The far off places better as some like to say

In Duhallow today few there would recognize me

There a stranger to many i know i would be

In the migrant mind visual pictures remain

And good memories of what used to be i retain

That will stay in me until the day i do die

If i did tell you different this would be a lie

I am showing my years in this Land far south

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

And i may never more see Duhallow in Spring

In the prime of the May when the nesting birds sing

In time i am fast approaching my last Fall

For eventually death it does come to us all

And only the memories i have to retain

Of what was for me but will not be again.