TAKE ME BACK TO FIDDLERS GREEN

Early on this Easter morn
On this path of clay and stone
To reach the view from Clough Mor 
Old friends - we meet there
Old stories - we stop and share
Reliving times when we were young
Recalling images 
Like painted eggs and sandwiches
Simple things - so serene                              
Take me back there
Oh take me back there
Take me back…. to Fiddlers Green

The lush heather’s purple hue
The stunning rugged Cooley view
The whin bouquet upon the breeze
White horses ride the sea
Clouds roll by graciously
Magic whispers through the trees
Watching children play
Just like our yesterdays
So much longer than it seems                    
Take me back there
Oh take me back there
Take me back to…. Fiddlers Green

Across a blue Rostrevor sky
A lonely soaring seagull cries  
As I say goodbye to lilac stars
I turn - retrace my steps
These days I won’t forget
Stone ingrained in my heart
Looking back on that hill
As shadows fall my eyes fill
With visions to cherish in my dreams        
Take me back there
Oh take me back there
Take me back to... Fiddlers Green

Take Me Back To Fiddlers Green

I was driving to Skibbereen last July - thinking of all the marching in Ulster.  I had just filled my central heating oil tank, which had shot up about a £100, filled my jeep which cost an extra £10 and my recent electric bill had risen dramatically.  Yet we have all this untapped energy which could be put to better use.  Hence this wee ditty  "When Orange Men Go Green" - hope you like!

Finbar Magee

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