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Far South Of The Fields

Far south of the fields just west of the Town of Millstreet
In the green countryside where the waterways meet
In view of the Boggeraghs from here far away
Of life i may well live my last night and day

On a sunlit gum tree it is pleasant to hear
Birds that do sing every day of the year
The black and white Australian magpies with the warbling flute like song
Once seen and once heard one never again should get wrong

Far south of the stream of of the dark brown dipper of breast white as snow
And the fields of the badger, the rook and the silver backed crow
The years have left me looking older and gray
I am one who has known of a far better day

The old fields i may never walk on again
And of the past only memories with me does remain
At the stroke of midnight the past will be today
And the now is all that does matter as the wise one does say

We can only live in the now with memories of the past
And the clocks on our lives ever ticking on fast
Time has left me old in this Land far south
Of the fields of the fawn hare and the waterways of the brown trout.

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