A Citizen Of Claraghatlea

A Citizen of Claraghatlea is all that I can be And though I left it many years ago it still feels home to me In house by stream from Claramore my life's journey began And there I spent my boyhood years and grew into a man The fields I knew in boyhood years many of them had a name Perhaps were I to see them now to me they would look the same As they looked many years ago when I was in my prime Some three decades or more ago and that's going back in time I often visit Claraghatlea if only in a dream And I can hear the dipper singing in the flooded stream That rushes down from Claramore swollen by heavy showers Through lush old fields of Claraghatlea resplendent in their flowers A Citizen of Claraghatlea though there I did not stay The love of place it follows us as some are known to say.