I'Ll Always Be A Millstreet Man

I'll always be a Millstreet man a Millstreet man forever For my ties with that town by Clara hill I have no wish to sever And though I live far from Millstreet Town you may find it surprising That I oft times return to there when I start visualizing. I've wandered near, I've wandered far elusive dreams to follow But I am still a Millstreet man from Millstreet in Duhallow In dreams I hear the chaffinch sing, the robin piping gaily And hear the meadow pipit call in meads near Ballydaly. The carolling lark o'er rushy moor towards heaven's gate is winging And on the bank of flooded stream the joyful dipper singing And in green meads by clara hill the flowers of Spring appearing And songbirds pipe their happy notes and Summer days are nearing. I envy thiose who stay at home and never wish to wander with no desire to venture out and see the great wide yonder, They've no desire to try their luck in noisy foreign city I envy them their happiness the wanderer I pity. The wandering blood flows in my veins I love to see new places And I quickly tire of the one spot and it's familiar faces I've wandered halfway around the Earth elusive dreams I follow But I am still a Millstreet man from Millstreet in Duhallow.