In The Fields By The Sullane

In the fields by the Sullane that flows through Macroom The wildflowers of Nature are now in full bloom And the ageing migrant remembers today The place where he lived in as a boy near a town far away. His soul mate and the best friend he ever did know His Aussie wife passed on a few years ago Their grandchildren teenagers and time ticking on And his best Seasons to the forever long gone. To the young mind the far off hills always look green And he left friends and family when he turned nineteen The wanderlust in him for the big World out there From the fields by the Sullane he would live elsewhere Forty eight years out of Macroom in time quite a span In this Southern Country a gray haired ageing man The years telling on him the years never lie Far from the Sullane he is destined to die. To this Southern Land his best years he did give And on his retirement pension he now has to live The passing of time has left him walking slow The one from the fields where Sullane waters flow.