Glencullen

Glencullen – My mother’s land

And land of all my dreams

Empty now and silent now

Except for running streams

Its river gently flowing

Through bog lands to the sea

And I forever dreaming

Of things that cannot be

Glencullen of my heartstrings

Where children at their play

Found love and joy and laughter

All through the livelong day

And turf fires gently burning

Called one and all to tea

And happy round its warming flame

My cousins, family, me

Glencullen of my lonely years

My refuge in my pain

You witnessed all my silent tears

You comforted me again

And when the war was over

And the peace had been achieved

I brought my family to your door

And with joy we were received

Glencullen now so far away

As old age settles in

I cannot see your windy hills

Or climb Carraful again

But every morning in my mind

I see your lovely face

And greet you as I did before

My mother’s dearest place

Brian Fahy

26 March 2021