I shall not forget
When the snow came down
What I wished to give
I could not endow
Crates of her clothing
An up and down room
For her I wished best
But I left her too soon
T'was a long walk
Through snow and slush
To these angry voices
My conscience cries "hush"
As I tread winter puddles
And watch the white melt
Of the place which I walk from
I pray it fairs well
The wind grates my chest
As it's empty of coat
Tea is my thirst
Yet far from my throat
I looked from the arch
Towards the circus of sky
But no trap door of heaven
Was seen through my eye
And when I arrived
Within shelter and dry
The words of a maiden
Brought comfort to I
In warmth I did rest
With honey and oats
But a knock on the door
Drew me nigh to it's post
I saw a grim glare that said
"Where have you been
I thought you had left me
Why did you leave"
I said "dearest of dames
I had thought you the same
May we put this away
Walk together again"
T'was a long walk
Through snow and slush
To these angry voices
My conscience cries "hush"
As I tread winter puddles
And watch the white melt
Of the place which I walk from
I pray it fairs well
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 10:33 PM UTC
I shall not forget
When the snow came down
What I wished to give
I could not endow
Crates of her clothing
An up and down room
For her I wished best
But I left her too soon
T'was a long walk
Through snow and slush
To these angry voices
My conscience cries "hush"
As I tread winter puddles
And watch the white melt
Of the place which I walk from
I pray it fairs well
The wind grates my chest
As it's empty of coat
Tea is my thirst
Yet far from my throat
I looked from the arch
Towards the circus of sky
But no trap door of heaven
Was seen through my eye
And when I arrived
Within shelter and dry
The words of a maiden
Brought comfort to I
In warmth I did rest
With honey and oats
But a knock on the door
Drew me nigh to it's post
I saw a grim glare that said
"Where have you been
I thought you had left me
Why did you leave"
I said "dearest of dames
I had thought you the same
May we put this away
Walk together again"
T'was a long walk
Through snow and slush
To these angry voices
My conscience cries "hush"
As I tread winter puddles
And watch the white melt
Of the place which I walk from
I pray it fairs well
Feb 25, 2014
An Irish folk song
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