I Used To Live

Where I used to live when my hair was dark brown Today I would be a stranger to many near and in Millstreet Town I have not been there for some thirty three years And for what used to be I have shedmy last tears And only the memories with me now remain Of old Clara half cloaked in the grey fogs of rain And even my friends of the past who in Millstreet did stay May now look on me as a once friend today We become part of our life's experiences as most would agree And all we have are the memories of the what used to be Time does not wait for anyone and it did not wait for me Though of Duhallow I retain many a good memory Of my first homeplace in Millstreet I am one of the long gone But today life there without me as usual goes on.