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to the rose upon the rood of time - michael macliammoir lyrics

red rose, proud rose, sad rose of all my days!
come near me, while i sing the ancient ways:
cuchulain battling with the bitter tide;
the druid, grey, wood*nurtured, quiet*eyed
who cast round fergus dreams, and ruin untold;
and thine own sadness, whereof stars, grown old
in dancing silver*sandalled on the sea
sing in their high and lonely melody
come near, that no more blinded by man’s fate
i find under the boughs of love and hate
in all poor foolish things that live a day
eternal beauty wandering on her way

come near, come near, come near—ah, leave me still
a little sp*ce for the rose*breath to fill!
lest i no more hear common things that crave;
the weak worm hiding down in its small cave
the field*mouse running by me in the grass
and heavy mortal hopes that toil and pass;
but seek alone to hear the strange things said
by god to the bright hearts of those long dead
and learn to chaunt a tongue men do not know
come near; i would, before my time to go
sing of old eire and the ancient ways:
red rose, proud rose, sad rose of all my days

- michael macliammoir lyrics

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