A Fellow From The Cork And Kerry Border

A fellow from the Cork and Kerry border
From the mountain road that leads to the old Paps of Shrone
The mountain air was clean and unpolluted
But there was no gold between the het and stone.

There was no gold under the rocks of Cladoch
Or in the stream by Caherbarnagh hill
And summer days were seldom ever sunny
And autumn rains the dykes and drains did fill.

Raised on his father's small farm by the mountain
But by the mountain he would never stay
He dreamt of places distant from Sliabh Luachra
And sunlit cities miles and miles away.

His brother stayed on the small farm by the mountain
And he went off in pursuit of his dreams
And on cypress tree by his old home the robin carol
And the dippers still sing in the mountain streams.

He still has got a strong Sliabh Luachra accent
Despite his years of absence from that place
But to look at him you'd swear he was an Aussie
The gray haired fellow with the sun bronzed face.

A long way to the Cork and Kerry border
From Cape Paterson in South Gippsland by the sea
He lives with his wife in bungalow by the ocean
And where he lives is where he's meant to be.

A fellow from the Cork and Kerry border
He looks an Aussie by his sun bronzed face
But when he speaks his accent not Australian
And then you know that he's from a distant place.