Never Again

I may never again see Hibernia's shore Or climb on the high fields above Claramore Up to Clara Mountain on a day in July When the warm sun of Summer shines in the blue sky I may never again walk on Millstreet's West End And revisit the past when i meet an old friend And talk of the Millstreet of the long ago Before time that rusts iron had become our foe And remark how the changes in Millstreet not few And of how time has brought wrinkles to faces we knew On looking back the years time does seem to fly Though memories remain of Seasons gone by When the lark above Clara did sing as he did fly Up to the cloud World in June and July And around the Cork Kerry border one could view far and wide The scenic and beautiful green countryside When the whortleberries the tiny blue fruits of the heather are ripe for to eat In the taste buds of the mouth such a delicious treat Until the lure of adventure did take us away From where we first looked on the bright lamp of day I may never again on an evening in Spring In Claraghatlea's leafy groves hear the nesting birds sing Or in the fading twilight hear the lowing of a cow In a darkening field by the river Finnow Or hear the male snipe as he flies around With his tail feathers above the dark rushy fields make a goat like sound Such beautiful memories today i retain That until death in me are bound to remain I may never again see my first homeplace Where to many mine years ago was a well known face But the now is what matters and the now is today And i only have memories of a place far away.