Old Claraghatlea Where I Was Born And Raised

In rhyme and song and ballad I have praised
Old Claraghatlea where I was born and raised
Some of the old fields there have their own name
Though time brings change I'm sure they'd look the same
As they were when I knew them years ago
And to the river the old stream does flow
Though in that old place where into manhood I did grow
Not many people there now I would know
And not many people there would know of me
To them a stranger I would only be
In fancy I walk the old fields again
And I hear the water rippling in the drain
And the robin in his song does tell of rain
Old memories in the migrant's mind remain.