This Is A Long Time Ago

From the slated house by the bohreen She left never more to be seen Going back in time twenty five years or so And this is a long time ago A woman of great beauty to behold Even nowadays she would not be that old In her mid forties maybe Though time does tick on ceaselessly The pride of the old country town Her shoulder length hair wavy and brown Her eyes blue as the ripened sloe Though time does become beauty's foe She may be a grandmother today And with brown hair dye cover her gray Or as childless and single did she stay? Only know she went to live far away From the slated house by the bohreen Where she was never more to be seen Going back twenty five years or so And this is a long time ago.