I Thought I Left Millstreet

I thought I left Millstreet but Millstreet has not left me Since in moments of nostalgia the high fields by Clara Isee And I often hear the soft babble of the Claraghatlea rill Whose clear flowing liquid tongue day and night is never still Though the past it has gone of memories of it we are never free A migrant from Duhallow is the best I can be Though I left there in years many decades ago And time that ages all life has become my foe I thought I left Millstreet but thought has proved me wrong As the memories of the Hometown remain ever strong I would walk on the West End as a stranger to many today Who is this old fellow many of me would say Here in Illowa of the Moyne Shire between Koroit and Warrnambool Far south of the Town where as a boy I attended school The years have left me balding with hair of silver gray Where to many I remain as one from far away I thought I left Millstreet on view of Clara Hill But memories remain with me and always will Of a place north of where I now live far away Claraghatlea where I first looked on the lamp of day.