I Visit Duhallow Again

So few from Duhallow nowadays I do meet And since it has been awhile now since I've lived in Millstreet Where Finnow to Blackwater through rushy fields flow So few faces there nowadays I could hope to know. The past returns to me when I visualize And familiar faces I do recognize And though my childhood mentors in Nature's bosom lay They are living on in my memory today. Though nostalgia now seldom does move me to tears For faces and places I've not seen for years The song of the robin I fancy I hear In the grove by my old home melodious and clear. The lark above Clara a speck in the sky Up to the gray cloud world he sing as he fly His partner in the bracken hidden in her nest With the larks of the future kept warm by her breast. The years have left me looking older and gray And in Millstreet I may feel a stranger today But fond memories of what was with me does remain And in fancy I visit Duhallow again.