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