I'm One

I'm one from the Land where the Blackwater flow
Through old fields and by woodlets and by many a hedgerow
Swollen by streams from the hills swollen by rain that melts the snow
And my past it is with me where-ever I go.

I know where my life journey began but I can't say where it will end
And on life's uphill journey we need one good friend
One good friend through the hard times is all one does need
And a good friend in need is a true friend indeed.

I'm one from the Land of the wild brown mountain hare
With the skylark and woodcock his hillside he share
In the distant Woodlands I fancy I hear
The song of the chaffinch melodious and clear.

I'm one from the Land of the tiny brown wren
His song echoes loudly in the wooded glen
Where I lived my youth and where I lived my prime
Than here a far cooler and a wetter clime.

I'm one from the Land of the old stone bohreen
A very old Land of many shades of green
And in fancy I hear the robin again
On the hedgerow sing in the wind and the rain.