Niamh Parsons – Clohinne Winds

Rien à ajouter…. just listen


The shadows fell across the room as I lay down to rest
A storm was raging deep inside my head
I fell into a restless sleep
Of crazy changing dreams
But woke to find you standing by my bed


Clohinne winds were blowing when you called me
First you spoke my name
Your voice was still the same
You beckoned me
and I arose To follow where you led
Out among the wild Clohinne hills

The mountain mist had lent an eerie whiteness to the hill
The silver spider threadings caught my face
You darted through the bracken
Trailing stardust in your wake
I knew you’d stop beside our sacred place


You stopped upon the fairy hill beneath the hawthorn tree
I thought I heard a lonely banshee wail
You held your hand towards me
And I reached to touch your face
But woke to find that you were just a dream


The years have passed
And I am growing weary of this earth
The magic of the dream alludes me still
I’ve lain beneath the fairy tree
I’ve shouted to the moon
I am the haunted woman of the hill


[I still call out your name of my son to the moon.]

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