Gloun Na Píobaire-Glen Of The Piper Poem by Chris Lane

Gloun Na Píobaire-Glen Of The Piper



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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