Though memories of the old home fields with me remain
And in fancy i do visit them again.
Every field around my old home had a name
And no two fields looked exactly the same
The old stream by the hedgerow flowed along
And the birds i recognized them by their song.
From those old fields a mile from Millstreet Town
I went in search of fortune and renown
But those things never seemed to come my way
And I’m poorer and less well known than i was then today.
In Claraghatlea i felt one of their own
And by everybody there i was well known
But the baby when i left is now a man
And twenty years in time a lengthy span.
Nostalgia used to reduce me to tears
Especially when i had drunk a few beers
But save for the memories few things seem to last
And time ticks on and we cannot bring back the past.