Kanturk Johnny

It is true the past in the gone forever with Johnny fading memories only remain Of the February snows of the Boggeraghs and Duhallow in the rain And old Allow from rain swollen bank high in waters of brown Raging on towards the Blackwater in the fields by Kanturk Town Fifty years out of Duhallow where he left close to his prime Though he retains his North Cork accent somethings never change in time He left Kanturk on an April morning when the fields were in their flowers of Spring And on the leafy trees and hedgerows the nesting birds of song did sing Kanturk Johnny a grandfather separated from his long term wife She has found another partner and he goes on with living life Though he does seem quite contented with the life he has today Sometimes he talks of Kanturk people and the green fields far away Gray haired and balding in his early seventies with his life he feels content He won't be going back to Kanturk where his youthful years he spent On Saturday evening at the local pub he enjoys the beer, music and song And in the old time ballad session he joins in the sing along.