For As Long As I Live The Memory I Will Retain

For as long as i live the memory i will retain Of old Mushera cloaked in the gray fogs of rain And on the fog shrouded high Butter Road the cars crawl up and down Through the hills between Rylane and Millstreet Town By the Boggeragh Ranges the Winters cold, wild and wet When the hare moves to the high fields from the bracken and het One knows that the depths of the Winter are near Towards the end of November six weeks from the New Year At a time of the year when grass refuse to grow And through the mountain countryside the wintry winds blow And the brown flood bank high in the fast flowing mountain rill With a loud babble racing to the river down the fields by the hill On the high fog shrouded Butter Road from here far away The cars pass up and down at a crawling pace today At the end of November towards the end of the Fall A memory of late Autumn by Mushera to recall.