I Thought I Had Left Duhallow

I thought that i had left Duhallow but Duhallow it has followed me The old fields in view of the Boggeraghs on my flights of fancy i see The people i know in Duhallow i meet them when i visualize Though in my mental images they remain young they would have aged i realize On the day that i left old Duhallow a cold rain was drizzling down From a gray wintry sky in the evening as the migrant bus left Millstreet Town I hoped to return in the Springtime when the fields wear their flowers of the May But i did not return to Duhallow as the swallows do from far away I first saw light of day in Duhallow but that was a long time ago And i am in the Autumn of my existence since time it has become my foe The boys and girls i went to school with like me would known of a better day Some of them like me did migrate and some where the dead are do lay I thought that i had left Duhallow but Duhallow in me did remain And often on my flights of fancy i visit the old fields again.