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.
are long gone my bonnie wee lass,
the seasons turn faster than the tides it seems,
, even red
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 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
For even the death of Love, one day, will pass.