There’s one old song for which my heart still listens,
There’s one old road where still in dreams I rove,
Love wafts me back, defying time and distance
Back to the old home road and youth and love.
I hear one voice where many friends are talking,
I see one smile where many round me smile,
I walk with one where many friends are walking,
With one and with one only all the while.
I sing one song. To crooning of streams flowing,
And clean winds blowing, this one song is set,
I dream one dream, lovely as lilacs growing,
Along the road I never shall forget.
MICHAEL MULLIN, ‘The Bard of Foremass’,
Foremass Lower, Sixmilecross, Co. Tyrone.