In Memory I Hear It

Flowing from high Claramore in view of Clara Hill In memory i hear it the silver tongued rill On towards the river babbling on it's way It is never silent by night or by day It's pure crystal waters that flows ever clear I often did drink of going back many a year Long before time that ages did become my foe And going back the Seasons this seems long ago The past may be gone but the good memories remain And in fancy i often visit the old fields again And from the Claraghatlea fields the rill has followed me Today it is babbling in my memory From the fields of the badger and waterways of the brown trout The past lives in me it has followed me south Good memories live on as the wise one does say And doubtless will be with me until my life's final day From high Claramore in view of Clara Hill On through Claraghatlea in a voice never still On towards the river flowing with a will In fancy i can hear the silver tongued rill.