The Rose Of Macroom

I knew of her when she was in her life's full bloom In her early twenties the Rose of Macroom With brown eyes and wavy shoulder length hair of brown A woman of quite rare beauty of the old mid Cork Town In the early sixties long before i reached my life's prime And this is going back many Seasons in time In the weekend in the Castle Ballroom she danced her cares if she had any away I wonder if she is still living today? And fell in love and in Macroom did stay As an aging grandmother who in hair dye cloaks her gray Or from the Town in Muskerry is she one more Who will live out her days on a distant shore A down to earth young woman untainted by guile With the warmth of kindness in her beautiful smile She was one who did have the bright inner glow In the old mid Cork Town where Sullane waters flow Though often in fancy i visit the what was again Of the past only memories with us do remain And in the Castle Ballroom in her life's bloom She smiles as she dances the Rose of Macroom.