A Stranger In

Since from there i have been quite a long time away I would be a stranger to many in Ballydaly today By the Boggeragh Ranges far inland from Hibernia's shore In the Parish of Millstreet on the road to Rathmore At the end of the Autumn with Winter quite near It is cool and wet in Ballydaly in November of the year Clara, Gortavehy and Caherbarnagh half cloaked in the gray fogs of rain And brown storm water flowing in every roadside and field drain The people of Ballydaly as i recall have a charm of their own Where today i would be a stranger to many where i once was well known But this is going back some three decades ago And time as we know becomes everyone's foe Ballydaly quite a beautiful place in the Spring When in the leafy groves the nesting songbirds do sing And in the fields cattle out of farmyard sheds from months of eating silage and hay On nutritious young grass are gaining weight by the day From there i have been quite a long time away And i would be a stranger to many in Ballydaly today And only the memories with me does remain Of a place i did love i may not see again.