Easter Snow - Christy Moore

Oh the Easter snow

It has faded away

It was so rare and beautiful

And it melted back into the clay

Those days will be remembered

Beyond out in the Naul

Listening to the master’s notes

As gently they did fall

Oh the music

When Seamus he did play

But the thaw came on the mantle white

And turned it back into the clay

He gazed at the embers in reflection

Called up lost verses again

Smiled in roguish recollection

While his fingers gripped the glass to stem the pain

When knocked upon his door would open

With a welcome he’d bid the time of day

Though you came when the last flakes had melted

While it lay upon the ground you stayed away