The Pipers Path - Christy Moore

Down the Pipers path we followed the Winters sun

On its frosty ride or Autumns frosty pride

And the piper by my side took his tunes from Winters mouth

And played them back to the racing clouds

Through waves of copper trees we followed the purple trees

Past the speckled hen and the seaweed men

On down through the bay of soft weather days

That led us back to the racing ways

Wind and weather they told us all be done

All together they sang us a Winters song

And the piper by my side took his tunes from Winters mouth

And played them back to the racing clouds