Goodbye To The Fields Poem by Francis Duggan

Goodbye to the fields in view of Clara hill
And goodbye to the babbling old Claraghatlea rill
That through the old rushy fields babbles it's way
Down to the Cails river every night and day
I left twenty years ago and i have not been back
To the fields between the river and the railway track
Where the cock pheasant cuck in the rushes in Spring
And in groves and on trees and hedgerows the nesting birds sing
Goodbye to the friends i may never more see
Though ageing they stay young in my memory
Like all things of life on us a use by date
And time for us it never does seem to wait
And goodbye to old places that meant so much to me
And to the dear friends i may never more see.