A Memory Of First Love

She was quite young not even in her twenties And i was two years younger seventeen And i loved her but the thought of love it scared me For to the ways of love i was still green. I met her in the famous Castle Ballroom The old dance hall where young love used to bloom Perhaps nowadays she might be a grandmother My first great love from Barrett's place Macroom. She wasn't tall if five foot five no taller But she looked lovely she had beauty rare A cuddly girl and she was warm and caring With sandy coloured to dark blondish hair. Eileen from Barrett's Place i still remember The flower of first love never easily dies She hasn't aged or grown old in my memory And her youthful beauty i still visualize. My youth and prime are gone from me forever For youth and prime with anyone doesn't stay But the memory of first love as fresh as ever As such memories never seem to age a day.