Though I Come From A Land

Though i come from a Land in the north sea
Where i do live is always home to me
My life journey has me far south of my birthplace
Where nowadays mine might be a stranger's face,
A stranger where my life's journey began
Where from a boy i grew into a man
Some twenty four years and Springs have gone by
Since i last heard the lark sing in an Irish sky
The past is now a fading memory
And time ticks on it did not wait for me
And though the friends of my youth I've not seen for many a day
The present is all that does matter anyway
I live far south of the silver tongued rill
That flows to the river from the high field by the hill.