Perhaps I Will Never Again

Perhaps i will never again hear the silver back crow Cawing on a beech tree near where Finnow waters flow On towards the Blackwater from here far away With tongue that is never still by night or day Perhaps Claraghatlea i will never again see It was an old place that meant so much to me I left there when Clara wore his hat of snow Not many there nowadays of me would know Perhaps i will never more walk up and down The sidewalks of old Duhallow's Millstreet Town Where many did know of me by my first name Time keeps ticking on and few things stay the same Perhaps i will never again hear the cock robin sing On a leafy birch tree on an evening in Spring When the hawthorns are in their blooms of white to gray And the old fields are decked in their flowers of the May Perhaps i will never again hear the rill Babbling to the river down the fields by the hill And only the memories i have to retain Of something that was and cannot be again.