I am sitting here on this summer eve
as the red hot sun goes down
I am viewing the scenic woodlands
that surround my dear Churchtown
I cannot drag myself away
from this place so heavenly still
and the sight I’ve seen, of this valley green
from Poulafreestone Hill
I can see the ray of the setting sun
on Ballyhoura across the way
I can see the hill of Ballinguile
and the Parish of Ballyhea
I can see the wood of Burton
and beyond it the Leap looks down
and below me, in the valley
my native place, Churchtown
The summer sun has now disappeared
Behind Knawhill in the West
And I utter a prayer to the Lord above
For this dear place He has blessed
In the gathering dusk of this summer eve
Ballygrace and Mountcorbett
And that sacred spot, Biddy’s Tree
Looking across to the North East
I can see the old Windmill
But now I must go down to my dear Churchtown
From Poulafreestone Hill
