Where i was born and raised few nowadays would know me
Yet a Claraghatlea fellow is all i can be
A Claraghatlea fellow west of Millstreet Town
Where i used to live when my hair was dark brown
The place where i first looked on the lamp of day
North of where i now live thousands of sky miles away
I left there in December when Clara wore a hat of snow
And Finnow in the old fields bank high did flow
I have not seen Claraghatlea for twenty seven years that does seem a long time
The babies when i left there are now in their life's prime
And all i have are the memories of the long gone years
For the past i have shed my last nostalgic tears
The wanderlust was in me in Claraghatlea i did not stay
And to many there i would be a stranger today
The future ahead of us and the past it has gone
And we live in the now and life does go on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem