A Fellow From The Cork And Kerry Border

A fellow from the Cork and Kerry border From the mountain road that leads to the old Paps of Shrone The mountain air was clean and unpolluted But there was no gold between the het and stone. There was no gold under the rocks of Cladoch Or in the stream by Caherbarnagh hill And Summer days were seldom ever sunny And Autumn rains the dykes and drains did fill. Raised on his father's small farm by the mountain But by the mountain he would never stay He dreamt of places distant from Sliabh Luachra And sunlit cities miles and miles away. His brother stayed on the small farm by the mountain And he went off in pursuit of his dreams And on cypress tree by his old home the robin carol And the dippers still sing in the mountain streams. He still has got a strong Sliabh Luachra accent Despite his years of absence from that place But to look at him you'd swear he was an Aussie The gray haired fellow with the sun bronzed face. A long way to the Cork and Kerry border From Cape Paterson in South Gippsland by the sea He lives with his wife in bungalow by the ocean And where he lives is where he's meant to be. A fellow from the Cork and Kerry border He looks an Aussie by his sun bronzed face But when he speaks his accent not Australian And then you know that he's from a distant place.