THE TIME OF GREY

I would run to the woods,
I would rather be there
By the far-hidden roots
Of the queen's Knock-na-rea.

There came the time of grey
In lochs and glens,
In the wind and the rain
Riding its way

I would run to the fields
Bare feet, feeling wild.
I would dance Irish reels
In the mist, in the mild

Amidst the time of grey
In lochs and glens
Through the wind and the rain,
Melting away.

I would ride many-a-mile,
I would laugh, I would scream
In the Emerald Isle,
In the land of my dream

Meeting the time of grey
In lochs and glens
Through the wind and the rain
Making me stay.