I remember her from Claraghatlea she was six years younger than I br And on looking back the decades the time just seemed to fly br And now I've heard the sad news from all of those miles away br That Catherine dear Catherine with the dead of Ireland lay. br br She was in her forty eight year so young for one to die br And she should have had many years of life left to enjoy br Only the good die young they say those words for her ring true br For Catherine was a good soul and her equals were few. br br She leaves behind her school going children still a decade from their prime br Her death for them a tragedy they need her at this time br Without their loving mother the hard roads of life they face br In their lives she was most important and she is so hard to replace. br br The first time I met Catherine I readily can recall br She was with her mother Hanna and learning how to crawl br In Claraghatlea near Millstreet Town where her life's journey began br Yet two years short of fifty doesn't seem a lengthy span. br br The life of Catherine Owen O Sullivan we ought to celebrate br For good souls live forever and her's was truly great br From life taken so early when she still had much to give br But in her children and their children she is destined to live.