Only In Memory Now

The last time i climbed to the cross on Clara's summit On a November day twenty five years ago The weather dry but the mountain air was chilly Since the clock has ticked on and time has become my foe The countryside of Sliabh Luachra and Duhallow green and lovely By Caherbarnagh and the Paps of Shrone And Kippagh and Gortavehy as ever standing silent Above the old fields in it's face of stone Only in memory now i climb to the cross on Clara And view the beauty in reality that i had often seen But memories live though memories not the real thing And in the mind they remain evergreen Perhaps i will never again climb on Clara And gaze and gaze on the amazing view The scenery from the old hill quite amazing A beauty witnessed by more than a few I often climbed up to the cross on Clara A long way north of this far southern shore And gazed upon the beauty all around me Above the high green fields of Claramore.