A Citizen Of Claraghatlea

A Citizen of Claraghatlea is all that i can be
And though i left it many years ago it still feels home to me
In house by stream from Claramore my life's journey began
And there i spent my boyohood years and grew into a man
The fields i knew in boyhood years many of them had a name
Perhaps were i to see them now to me they would look the same
As they looked many years ago when i was in my prime
Some three decades or more ago and that's going back in time
I often visit Claraghatlea if only in a dream
And i can hear the dipper singing in the flooded stream
That rushes down from Claramore swollen by heavy showers
Through lush old fields of Claraghatlea resplendent in their flowers
A Citizen of Claraghatlea though there i did not stay
The love of place it follows us as some are known to say.