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Oh the Easter snow |
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It has faded away |
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It was so rare and so beautiful |
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Now it's melted back into the clay |
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Those days will be remembered |
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Beyond out in the Naul |
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Listening to the master's notes |
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As gently they did fall |
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Oh . . . the music |
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As Seamus he did play |
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But the thaw crept over the mantle white |
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And turned it back to clay |
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Oh the Easter snow |
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It has faded away |
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It was so rare and beautiful |
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But it's melted back into the clay |
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He gazed at the embers in reflection, |
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He called up lost verses again, |
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He smiled at a roguish recollection, |
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While his fingers gripped the glass to stem the pain |
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When knocked on his door would always open |
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With a welcome he'd bid the time of day |
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Though we came when the last flakes were melted |
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While it lay upon the ground we stayed away |
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Oh the Easter snow |
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It has faded away |
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It was so rare and so beautiful |
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Now it's melted back into the clay |
