The Girls Of My Youth

With tints and hair dyes do they cover their gray?
The girls of my youth they are ageing today
But in my flights of fancy they remain young to me
The girls of my youth i may never more see,
Perhaps some are grandmothers and some never wed
And doubtless a few would now lay with the dead
The girls of my youth of their praises I've sung
And within my memory they do remain as young
Their hair wet and windblown as the rain drizzles down
In small groups i see them walking in old Millstreet Town
And in my flights of fancy i see them again
They laughing together in the wind and rain
The energy of youth we cannot hope to retain
But memories of their freshness and beauty with me does remain.