Claraghatlea Where I Was Born

Claraghatlea where i was born far north of here and far away Where i did spend most of my childhood and first looked on the light of day Where today to most people i would be a stranger many there would not know me Where i was known to everybody in the long gone used to be Claraghatlea where i was born it is a grand old place Where everyone to everyone is a familiar face Mine to many a familiar face in Millstreet long ago But time that does rust iron has since become my foe The old fields i loved of Claraghatlea i know today would look the same As when i lived there three decades back some of them even had their own given name The people like Nature's Seasons come and go but the land it does remain On my flights of fancy i often visit my first home place again Claraghatlea where i was born in view of high Claramore Thousands of kilometers even by the shortest route north of this southern shore In Spring near where Finnow the white river goes babbling along Male robin with the orange colored breast sings his familiar song