Roscommon of My Dreams (Larry Kilcommins) As I gazed out of the window Of this old apartment block Across the concrete jungle That's the City of New York, My thoughts go wandering slowly back To those lovely woods and streams That I left behind in Ireland And Roscommon of my dreams. I see again your abbey walls Where I played when still a child And that little brook beneath the hill Meandering in the wild, The old Town Hall where I danced at night When I was in my teens; Those were happy days in Ireland And Roscommon of my dreams. I'll ne'er forget the summer days When on Sundays after mass It was off to Coman's Park I'd go The afternoon to pass. It was there I cheered the Blue and Gold, They were my favourite team. (Oh, brought honour to my county then Roscommon of my dreams. In the crisp cold days of winter I would chase the fox and hare Across the fields and through the woods To Castle Coate so fair. It was there I met my own true love, Where the River Suck it streams, Back home in dear old Ireland And Roscommon of my dreams. What took me here across the seas To this lonely city life, Where my thoughts are of my native land And a lovely Irish wife. To walk the roads with my own true love Beneath the pale moon beams Is all the heaven I'll ask of God In Roscommon of my dreams. WH oct99
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