The Fellow From Macroom

He's been all around Australia from Melbourne to Broome And back again to Melbourne the fellow from Macroom He's lived in Perth, Adelaide and Darwin and Brisbane and Mackay And he's not done with travel yet the bloke from far away. He's close to if not forty and after a few beers He talks about his old Hometown though he's not been back there for years Where the daisies in their golden hearts and petals as white as snow Bloom in the fertile and grassy fields where the Sullane waters flow. His first great love he met her there her eyes were hazel brown And her hair was dark as raven's wing she lived in Macroom Town But love can give rise to heart ache and the ache of lost love is real And when she left him for another the hurt took time to heal. He still talks of his old Hometown where he was once well known But no tears now left for Macroom and nostalgia he's outgrown I could not live there now he says the climate too wet and cold Here in this sunny southern Land suppose I will grow old. A happy and a care free bloke he doesn't talk gloom and doom And though he's never married or fathered children the fellow from Macroom Says he now has met his soul mate and in St Kilda by the sea They plan for to purchase a home and to start a family.