A Long Way South

A long way south of the fields in view of Clara And Gortavehy and it's face of stone And a long way south of rugged Caherbarnagh And Anu's Breasts known as The Paps of Shrone A long way south of Claraghatlea my first homeplace Where i first looked on the bright lamp of day A long way north of this great Southern Country Even by the shortest route thousands of miles away I've seen a lot of places in my travels The pee wee's song now familiar to me Yet in fancy i can hear the rooks at twilight Cawing on high branches of an old beech tree I live far south of my old homeland Ireland And though i never more may see Hibernia's shore In my flights of fancy i can hear the skylark Singing high above the fields of Claramore The passing years have left me feeling older I am in the Autumn of my lifetime span I live far south of Millstreet in Duhallow And the fields i loved when i was a young man My memory is not as good as it once was My fastest pace one might say rather slow I am ageing far south of the fields of Millstreet Where the Finnow to the Blackwater does flow.