The bare naked earth
Wore a blanket of green
As I stopped to listen
To the lonely wind.
The wind whistled softly
A lovely old melody
Wherein in, I soon found her
By Gloun na Píobaire.
Pitched in D: her memory
I caught her there
In the Lúnasa night air
By Gloun na Píobaire.
One half step from lost
A whole note I found.
Lúnasa, harvest of love
By Gloun na Píobaire
(Calac)
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