THE OLD MILL WHEEL

The shadows of evening are falling,

The birds in the wild wood are still.

Come the ghosts of old memories a calling, 

And my thoughts wander back to the mill.

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Then the days of my boyhood return,

I'm back once again in Tattykeel.

Listening at the bridge across Glenfern

To the music of the Old Mill Wheel.

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The lilt of the lark in the morning

The lover of Nature may thrill.

But give me the old wheel a turning

And sing me the song of the Mill

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My bread, day by day, I will earn.

Each evening a millionaire I'll feel.

Listening at the bridge across Glenfern

To the music of the Old Mill Wheel.

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'Tis my fate as an exile to wander

In lands far away o'er the Sea

But my heart still in absence, grows fonder

Ireland, my country of thee.

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For the scenes of my childhood I yearn,

If an hour from the bygone I could steal.

I'd spend it on the bridge across Glenfern

Listening to the Old Mill Wheel

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And if God gives me days, I'll be going

Once more back to Ireland and Home

Back to green, where the mill-stream is flowing,

And never again will I roam.

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It's the place I love best in fair Eireann

And I know just how happy I'll be

Listening at the bridge across Glenfern

To the music of the Old Mill Wheel.

I'll be sitting on the bridge across Glenfern,

Just listening to the Old Mill Wheel. 

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