Far South Of The Fields

Far south of the fields just west of the Town of Millstreet In the green countryside where the waterways meet In view of the Boggeraghs from here far away Of life i may well live my last night and day On a sunlit gum tree it is pleasant to hear Birds that do sing every day of the year The black and white Australian magpies with the warbling flute like song Once seen and once heard one never again should get wrong Far south of the stream of of the dark brown dipper of breast white as snow And the fields of the badger, the rook and the silver backed crow The years have left me looking older and gray I am one who has known of a far better day The old fields i may never walk on again And of the past only memories with me does remain At the stroke of midnight the past will be today And the now is all that does matter as the wise one does say We can only live in the now with memories of the past And the clocks on our lives ever ticking on fast Time has left me old in this Land far south Of the fields of the fawn hare and the waterways of the brown trout.