Without Me Life Goes On

Without me life goes on west of Millstreet Town Where i used to live when my hair was dark brown I left there two years and three decades ago And since time that rusts iron has become my foe Claraghatlea where i first looked on the lamp of day From where i now live indistance far away Illowa of the Moyne Shire of song, story and rhyme Once home to the people of the Dreaming Time I often does think of my first home in Millstreet And the old rushy fields where the waterways meet Where i grew to love Nature when i was a boy And learning of her ways today i enjoy Since i last lived in Millstreet the babies back then Now in their early thirties aging women and men Today there few would recognize me and few of me would know Time on me is showing and has left me walking slow In the Claraghatlea fields the clear flowing rill Babbles towards the river with a tongue that is never still Buttoday i would be a stranger to many west of Millstreet Town Where i used to live when my hair was dark brown.