There’s one old song for which my heart still listen,
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 shall never forget.

Michael Mullin ‘The Bard of Foremass’
Foremass Lower, Sixmilecross, Co Tyrone.