The Road That Leads From Millstreet To Rathmore

I've driven on it many times before The road that leads from Millstreet to Rathmore That through green old Ballydaly winds it's way Perhaps I'll drive on it again one day. When hawthorns wear their white blooms of the May And sparrows with feathers line their nests a ball of dried grass and hay Under the house eaves of the countryside To what once was by our thoughts we seem tied. When dark brown white breasted dipper is singing in the rill That babbles by the hedgerow down the hill On to the big river flowing with a will It's silver tongue is never ever still. The road to Rathmore out of Millstreet Town That through Ballydaly winds it's way up and down It is a roadway I do know quite well And many stories of it I could tell.