The Yonder Hills (for GJ)

If only here again, old hand,
without the cars and jobs and wives;
back to where the sky meets land;
back to starting out our lives.
Let blackthorn pierce, let clouds reveal
the yonder hills of high Lisneal 

Och away, come on away,
for timeless hills and ancient lanes
abide when nothing else will stay:
here's fields and farms and slanting rains;
here's wine-like air to drink and heal
from yonder hills of high Lisneal.

Ardlough, Fincairn, old Kilfennan,
the sun-lit river's bright forever:
did we but know we breathed a heaven
before the knives of time would sever.
If only here when years conceal
the yonder hills of high Lisneal.