Silver Tongued Rill

In fancy i can hear the silver tongued rill From high Claramore in view of Clara hill Rippling to the river with a voice never still On it's ocean bound journey it flows with a will In the fields of Claraghatlea where the rushes in clusters do grow Towards the bigger waterways it ripples on slow In a voice destined to live on forever more At the start of it's journey to the Atlantic shore In reality from me it may be far away But in visualizations i hear it everyday It ripples on today in my memory The voice of the rill it is living in me From high Claramore in view of Clara hill It ripples on downland the silver tongued rill.