" P@tH Im@ges "
" In the Sunny Long Ago "
Pat Murphys Meadow
" October days are here again,
And the night winds chilly blow,
The woodland turns a golden hue,
And the harvest moon`s a glow,
To hear again of days gone past,
To come no more I know,
When I mowed Pat Murphy`s meadow,
In the sunny long ago "
I see again the ocean and the distant sails afar,
While the maiden in the meadow,
Strikes up Dark Lugnagar,
There was music soft and tender,
In the winds that whispered low,
When I mowed Pat Murphy`s meadow,
In the sunny long ago "
Those days are golden memories
Like the snows of yesteryear,
And when evening shades are falling
All alone I shed a tear,
On my cheek I feel the soft kiss,
Of the winds that whispered low,
When I mowed Pat Murphy`s meadow
In the sunny long ago "
Do have a listen;
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XPnOb0T4MQY
Perhaps some people may find this song a bit twee but I dont in the least. It was written as a poem in the 1930s by a native of Newfoundland, J.M. Divine. Its cetainly of a different age and I think its lovely.
There are a lot of Scotish references in it and Im of the opinion that " Dark Lugnagar " is actually Sir Walter Scott`s, " Lochinvar".
It all brings back the most wonderful memories for me so heres the story.
Now Ive known a lot of Pat Murphy`s in my time. More than you could shake a stick at in a month of Sundays. Not that Id want to shake a stick at any of them and you would be far better employed saying a few prayers on Sunday and having a drink or 12 with them as they were all nice people.
I dont ever recall any of my Pat Murphys having a meadow though. However, I do remember a Pat Ryan from county Clare having one and the wonderful time we had saving the hay together with our young wives and children away back in what were without doubt, best of times.
I know that Pat is no longer with us and Ive often thought of jumping in the car and heading down there to find them but somehow I dont think it would be the same now so Ill stay with the memory. My son still remembers and talks about it so it isnt just me who has the madness thankfully!
No More to come I know!
Best wishes my friends.
Are`nt simple things the best.
P@t.
" In the Sunny Long Ago "
Pat Murphys Meadow
" October days are here again,
And the night winds chilly blow,
The woodland turns a golden hue,
And the harvest moon`s a glow,
To hear again of days gone past,
To come no more I know,
When I mowed Pat Murphy`s meadow,
In the sunny long ago "
I see again the ocean and the distant sails afar,
While the maiden in the meadow,
Strikes up Dark Lugnagar,
There was music soft and tender,
In the winds that whispered low,
When I mowed Pat Murphy`s meadow,
In the sunny long ago "
Those days are golden memories
Like the snows of yesteryear,
And when evening shades are falling
All alone I shed a tear,
On my cheek I feel the soft kiss,
Of the winds that whispered low,
When I mowed Pat Murphy`s meadow
In the sunny long ago "
Do have a listen;
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XPnOb0T4MQY
Perhaps some people may find this song a bit twee but I dont in the least. It was written as a poem in the 1930s by a native of Newfoundland, J.M. Divine. Its cetainly of a different age and I think its lovely.
There are a lot of Scotish references in it and Im of the opinion that " Dark Lugnagar " is actually Sir Walter Scott`s, " Lochinvar".
It all brings back the most wonderful memories for me so heres the story.
Now Ive known a lot of Pat Murphy`s in my time. More than you could shake a stick at in a month of Sundays. Not that Id want to shake a stick at any of them and you would be far better employed saying a few prayers on Sunday and having a drink or 12 with them as they were all nice people.
I dont ever recall any of my Pat Murphys having a meadow though. However, I do remember a Pat Ryan from county Clare having one and the wonderful time we had saving the hay together with our young wives and children away back in what were without doubt, best of times.
I know that Pat is no longer with us and Ive often thought of jumping in the car and heading down there to find them but somehow I dont think it would be the same now so Ill stay with the memory. My son still remembers and talks about it so it isnt just me who has the madness thankfully!
No More to come I know!
Best wishes my friends.
Are`nt simple things the best.
P@t.