I May Never More

I may never more see the gray fogs of rain Creep over the Boggeragh mountains again Or hear the ripple of the crystal clear rill Flowing down the high fields from it's source by the hill My journey in life it has brought me far south Of the fields of the badger and the streams of the brown trout And only the fading memories are with me today Of where i grew to love Nature from here far away In the old rushy fields when i was a boy And learning of her ways today i enjoy Yet the more i learn of her the more i have come to realize That of her i know little this not a surprise And though we learn as we live i have no reason to doubt That of Nature i know very little about.