To Be Born And Raised In Claraghatlea

To be born and raised in Claraghatlea my only claim to fame Though few back there now would remember my name For I left that old Townland more than two decades ago When the old hill of Clara wore his hat of snow Back there now I would feel a stranger today And the young generation who live there would say Who is that old fellow he does look rather gray Has he flown in here from some place far away But their parents though ageing of course I would know And I would know the fields where the old rivers flow Time did not wait for me and though my better days gone Some things never change though the clock it ticks on And the boy of the fifties is long past his prime He too is a victim of old father time.