A Claraghatlea Man Is All I Can Be

Many roadways I've driven on and many streets walked up and down Since I left Claraghatlea west of old Millstreet Town But where-ever I go to my past goes with me And a Claraghatlea man is all I can be Though I've been to big cities far from my old home I have not been to Tokyo or Paris or Rome Or many Countries and cities far from Clara Hill And the first home I knew by the clear flowing rill That through Claramore and Claraghatlea night and day To the bigger river babbles on it's way And for as long as the gift of memory we retain The past in our psyche does seem to remain I'm a Claraghatlea man since facts never lie And that's all I can be till the day that I die.