I Have Written Of

I have written of people of Millstreet and Duhallow from here far away And of places i have not seen for many a day And of the natural beauty that i have seen In the woods and the old fields that ever look green My friends of the past i may never more see But life in Duhallow goes on without me And bluebells and snowdrops and primroses in Spring will bloom on the ditch of the bohreen I only can visualize Nature's beauty i have seen At the doorstep in years of the three score and ten Another member of the club of aging men Though i did have my youth and youth does have it's fling But for one the realization of aging is a humbling thing How boring life would be without a few laughs a day And life is what you make of it as the wise one does say I am not the first Duhallow migrant and i will not be the last In moments of nostalgia for to reflect on the past It was the lust for wander and adventure that took us from Hibernia's shore And for some for to return to there never more I last looked on Clara twenty seven years ago And in this Southern Land time has become my foe But the Duhallow accent does remain with me And a Claraghatlea fellow is all i can be.