The sky has turned from haze to blue Crossing paths of old and new
And whipping winds across the green
Travel up thru bows of hues And causes me to wish on you
That you may share this lovely scene
Traverse the old and broken roads That overlook thatched abodes
Who carry you upon their backs
Passing sites where charm bestowed Inspiration for songs that flowed
And laughter is slipped between the craic*
Now my way back to you is far I pass the hours counting stars
Thank you for my piece of time
For youth nor age shall ever bar That which grows within my heart
That searching eyes could never find
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