From Here Far Away

In Claraghatlea in Millstreet my life's journey began And there i was raised and grew into a man But far south of there the years have left me gray By Clara i would be a stranger to many today To other life forms little different at all Since for each one of us there is a final Fall And for each one of us a final Summer, Winter and Spring Like the bird who one day has it's last song to sing Success and failure to me now seem the same Since i have lost my desire for moneyed wealth and fame The rhymes that come to me in notepaper i write down I wrote my first one by a far away town Not one of life's successes that's how it seems to be Perhaps my years of absence now would make a stranger of me In the place where i first looked on the lamp of day By the Boggeragh mountains from here far away.