That time is the healer of nostalgia is only true for to say
I would feel a stranger in Millstreet today
Even to those who were friends of mine in the past
In decades of absence few friendships do last
Though the old fields i loved to me would look the same
Some of them i remember have their own given name
Old memories of them remain a source of joy
In them i grew to love Nature as a young boy
In Spring and Summer from my first ever home in Millstreet
I often walked through the fields to where the waterways meet
The wild birds were singing on bushes and trees
As we age we cherish our good memories
And my friends of the past in Millstreet today
Have formed new friendships life works on this way.
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