On The Sunlit Beaches At Bondi

On the sunlit beaches at Bondi young and pretty girls are not rare They swim in the low tide and frolic unburdened 'twould seem by life's cares Bronzed from the sun and the warm coastal breeze their likes one doesn't see everywhere The young bloke from the colder climate at such beauty can't help but stare. He hails from Millstreet in Duhallow an old Town distant from the sea And he still feels nostalgic and homesick and he miss home and his family He miss the old fields and green meadows where the ageless Finnow ever flow And he miss the old brown face of Clara who now wears his white hat of snow. Where he hails from different to Sydney he feels such an outsider here He miss the night life of his Hometown the pubs and the craic and the beer And though he may yet settle in Sydney and in this great Southern Land stay He will always remember his Hometown and the fields and the woods far away. The young black faced lambs with their mothers play in the high fields by the hill And in early spring in old Duhallow the year's first flowers appear by the rill And new leaves on the tree branches budding and robin with the orange red breast Sings on the trees around his borders and helps his wife to build their nest. On the sunlit beaches at Bondi on March the first Autumn's first day Bronzed beauties in the low tide swimming whilst others in the sunshine lay And the young man feels Homesick for Ireland and for where his life's journey began In Millstreet his home in Duhallow the Town where he grew to a man.