The map of Ireland hanging on back of her kitchen door
And she still pines for Ireland and the hills beyond Rathmore
She left Sliabh Luachra ten years back for the adventurous life
And now she feels trapped by her roles of migrant mum and wife.
Her husband is Australian and their son will soon be nine
And on this the eve of new year's day to the strains of auld lang syne
Nostalgia will re-visit her for such she has not outgrown
And again she will see her parents house by the snow capped Paps of Shrone.
Some people leave their native land and leave their past behind
And in the land they settle in find happiness of mind
Whilst others leave and don't return but nostalgia with them stay
And old tune or familiar song bring back the far away.
The hills beyond Rathmore she said that would make a nice song
My home is in this southern land though here I don't belong
And though Sliabh Luachra by east Kerry hills I often think of you
I feel bound by love and duty and to them I must be true.
At midnight to the 'Auld Lang Syne' the tears crept down her face
And her thoughts went to the by gone years and to a distant place
Still with her son and husband she danced around the floor
A long way from Sliabh Luachra and the hills beyond Rathmore.
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