Perhaps I May Never See Millstreet Again

Perhaps i may never see Millstreet again And hear the frogs croak in the waterlogged drain Or see Clara half cloaked in the fogs of rain Only good memories of what was with me now remain The great gift of memory it does serve me well We all have our stories of life for to tell My journey out of Duhallow has brought me far south Of the home of the badger and the shy river trout To the place of koala, echidna and gray kangaroo And the long billed corella and yellow tailed black cockatoo But home is where the heart is the wise one does say And i feel contentment in where i live today I cannot say that travel has brought me any financial gain But good memories of what was today i retain I may have left Duhallow but the past followed me And i still have the memories of the what used to be Perhaps i will never again see the Town of Millstreet Or old Claraghatlea where the waterways meet Or any of the friends of my past who are aging today Some of them i did know in their long rest now lay.