Though many with this do choose to disagree
The bigger World out there i went for to see
And i thought i had left Millstreet but Millstreet has not left me
The mental images of what was today i retain
Of faces and places i may not see again
Though i may never more see a Duhallow sunrise
The past comes to me when i visualize
On Duhallow and Sliabh Luachra and the countryside bordering Millstreet Town
Old Clara with the bracken face as ever looks down
And in fancy i walk in the fields to where the waterways meet
A few kilometres west of the Town of Millstreet
Just like the words of an old memorable song
Wherever you go to your past with you goes along
In every migrant from their first home living far away
Memories of the what was are in them today
Since i left Duhallow many Seasons ago
Time that ages all life has become my foe
I thought i had left Millstreet but Millstreet has not left me
I retain the mental images of the what used to be.
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