He’s lived in Perth, Adelaide and Darwin and Brisbane and Mackay
And he’s not done with travel yet the bloke from far away.
He’s close to if not forty and after a few beers
He talks about his old Hometown though he’s not been back there for years
Where the daisies in their golden hearts and petals as white as snow
Bloom in the fertile and grassy fields where the Sullane waters flow.
His first great love he met her there her eyes were hazel brown
And her hair was dark as raven’s wing she lived in Macroom Town
But love can give rise to heart ache and the ache of lost love is real
And when she left him for another the hurt took time to heal.
He still talks of his old Hometown where he was once well known
But no tears now left for Macroom and nostalgia he’s outgrown
I could not live there now he says the climate too wet and cold
Here in this sunny southern Land suppose I will grow old.
A happy and a care free bloke he doesn’t talk gloom and doom
And though he’s never married or fathered children the fellow from Macroom
Says he now has met his soul mate and in St Kilda by the sea
They plan for to purchase a home and to start a family.