I Am One From The Shadows Of Old Clara Poem by Francis Duggan

I am one from the shadows of old Clara near Millstreet Town in Duhallow far away
And time has left it's mark imprinted on me you look older than your years some even say
I've travelled far though others have travelled further and far more of the Planet than me they have seen
And without me life goes on in the old Homeplace and bluebells bloom now by the old bohreen.

I am one from the Shadows of old Clara from an old hill that is as old as time
There I lived when I was a young fellow and I remember often in my prime
That I climbed to the wooden cross upon it's summit which fell victim to the gales of January
Clara has been there as long as Ireland and Clara will be there long after me.

I am one from the shadows of old Clara the old hill overlooking Millstreet Town
I left because the wander bug was in me in search of fortune and adventure and renown
The bigger World out there for me was waiting and I left as many others did before
To live far from the Shadows of old Clara that overlook the fields of Claramore.

I am one from the shadows of old Clara an old hill in Duhallow far from here
And in the high wood the red breasted robin he sings his sweetest at this time of year
And one day I'll return to the Homeplace to the place I left so many years ago
On a cold and windy evening in December when old Clara wore his Winter hat of snow.