Home To Macroom

He says he will go home again to Macroom When wildflowers in the fields by Sullane are in bloom And the hawthorns are cloaked in their white blooms of the May Good old memories live on as the wise one does say He has not lived in Macroom for quite a few years And he has long shed the last of his nostalgic tears But he retains the mental pictures of the what used to be A beauty that lives on in his memory He says he would like to go back to Macroom for to see The pink and gray blossoms on every fruit bearing tree In mid to late April when the wild-born nesting birds sing And the countryside green in the freshness of Spring Home to Macroom if only for a short stay To the place were he first looked on the lamp of day In the prime of Spring a lovely time of year In the fields by Sullane when Summer is near.