Since I Have Not Been There

Since i have not been there for three decades of years For green old Duhallow i have long shed my last tears Though in my flights of fancy on a Winter day In a farmyard shed i hear cattle bellowing for silage or hay And the loud babble of brown flood water in the fast flowing rill Bank high in the fields from it's source by the hill And i can visualize listening to the birds sing In a leafy grove near the prime of the Spring Yet time that does not wait for anyone did not wait for me And i only have memories of the what used to be And at 12 a m the past will be today We can only live in the now as the wise one does say Though sometimes in my flights of fancy i can hear again Brown flood water flowing in a roadside drain.