Come ye to the meadow of the tooth Lay down, take nature by the hands For Autumn is braking aloof Come join us at the meadow of the tooth
Blackwater invites us to view The abundant bounty of our youth Rope swing is first for me Watch out your napper is near that tree
Break out the picnic full of choice Scream out your pleasing celtic voice We leave nothing there to see Except warm memories of the birthday glee
Memories of a friend's birthday party when I was around ten at the river Blackwater in County Tyrone, Northern Ireland. We used a rope to swing into the clean water. A 'napper' is slang for head.