Roscommon of my dreams


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
Who 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


Written by Larry Kilcommins

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