Glenmachen Hill
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In parts forgot;
I love you still,
on the rocky shore by this
irish sea,
down the path from Glenmachen Hill,
were we used to kiss under the oak tree.
Those
leaves are long gone my bonnie wee lass,
the seasons turn faster than the tides it seems,
from
green to
gold, even
red shall pass,
a quiet ruddy
lad amidst his dreams.
But I'll shake em off and walk on home!
A cup o
hot chocolate, a
dog and
fireplace,
and while through the window snow covers the loam,
the warmth and
light reach into my face.
No don't worry about
me, my
bright eyed lass;
For even the death of Love, one day, will pass.