From the recording Sunshine And Moss

Lyrics

The autumn days are here again and the night winds chilly blow. The woodlands turn to golden hue and the harvest moon’s aglow. To hear again of days long past to come no more I know. When I mowed Pat Murphy’s meadow in the sunny long ago. To see again the ocean and the distant sails afar. As the maiden in the meadow strikes up Dark Lough na Gar. There was music soft and tender in the winds that whisper low. When I mowed Pat Murphy’s meadow in the sunny long ago. Where are the happy boys and girls that danced the gay quadrille. Or the singer who warbled sweetly The Burning Granite Mill. To hear again at sunset Where Sweet Afton’s Waters Flow. When I mowed Pat Murphy’s meadow in the sunny long ago. Those days are but a memory, like the snows of yesteryear. And when evening shades are falling all alone I shed a tear. On my cheek I feel the soft touch of the winds that whisper low. When I mowed Pat Murphy’s meadow in the sunny long ago.