The winds of change keep blowing and time is ticking fast
And the Millstreet i was raised in is a memory of the past
The boys and girls i went to school with like me well past their prime
We all share one thing in common we do lose out to time
'Tis cold back there at present in the Town and countryside by Clara Hill
The cold winds from the Northlands blow with an icy chill
And cattle in the farm sheds bellow for silage or hay
Where i live the sun is shining on a warm Summer's day
I used to be homesick for Ireland but that was years ago
And most things have their use by date i know that to be so
I feel happy in the present though to time like all i bow
And life goes on as usual in the Town by the Finnow
Though sometimes in my flights of fancy i hear the robin sing
In a leafy grove in Claraghatlea in the prime of the Spring.
And the Millstreet i was raised in is a memory of the past
The boys and girls i went to school with like me well past their prime
We all share one thing in common we do lose out to time
'Tis cold back there at present in the Town and countryside by Clara Hill
The cold winds from the Northlands blow with an icy chill
And cattle in the farm sheds bellow for silage or hay
Where i live the sun is shining on a warm Summer's day
I used to be homesick for Ireland but that was years ago
And most things have their use by date i know that to be so
I feel happy in the present though to time like all i bow
And life goes on as usual in the Town by the Finnow
Though sometimes in my flights of fancy i hear the robin sing
In a leafy grove in Claraghatlea in the prime of the Spring.
