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