I Used To Think I Would

I used to think i would grow old and die in Millstreet In the green countryside where the waterways meet In the fields of the badger the rook and the silver back crow Where the evergreen rushes in clusters do grow But the lust of the wander did lure me away From the place where i first looked on the lamp of day And only in memory nowadays i do see The faces and places once familiar to me In Claraghatlea where i used to live when my hair was dark brown By the road to Rathmore just west of Millstreet Town My three decades of absence from there would have made a stranger of me Of the past we only have memories is how it seems to be Some i knew in Millstreet in the cemetery lay And others from the old town growing old far away From the Duhallow town in view of high Claramore In distance quite far from Hibernia's shore Though the weather for much of the year wet and bordering cold I used to think in Millstreet that i would grow old Till the yearn for travel lured me to places elsewhere For to experience life in the big World out there.