The changes keep happening in Millstreet I'm told
And the baby boomer generation are now getting old
And for anybody time never does wait
We are all mortal beings on us a use by date,
It seems a changed Parish from the one I did know
But the old Finnow river through Inchaleigh flow
Down to the Blackwater it gurgles along
Where in fancy I can hear the dipper in song
The dark brown river bird with breast white as snow
His ancestors I did know many Seasons ago
And where mine was as one might say a familiar face
I would be a stranger now in the home place
But Clara Mountain by Millstreet Town I surely would know
The bracken on his face as ever does grow.
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