Many-hued pubs bid me welcome

Many-hued pubs bid me welcome

   As would friends on the street

And so does Cromwell Bridge

   Where long ago we first met.

I see the fields where we played

   And plucked up the kerry violets.

I gaze out over the dark bay

   Reflecting our lives as glass.

Memories live but a season

   And like a photograph

And erelong, I will be as one

   Fading - crumbling fast.

When you are old and banjaxed

   Will you still remember

And find there my countenance

   Among the leas of Kenmare?