Pat Murphy's Meadow~ Brian Ó hEadhra & Fiona Mackenzie🎵👍

Inverness, Scotland
Lyrics
The autumn days are here again, the night winds chilly blow
The woodlands turn to golden hue, and the harvest moon’s aglow
I dream again of days long past, to come no more I know
When I mowed Pat Murphy’s meadow in the sunny long ago
I see the blue of ocean, the distant sails afar
As the maiden in the meadow strikes up Dark Lochingar
There was music soft and tender in the winds that whispered 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
And the singer who warbled sweetly The Burning Granite Mill
To hear again at sunset Where Sweet Afton 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 whispered low
When I mowed Pat Murphy’s meadow in the sunny long ago
Pat Murphy's meadow is located in King’s Cove, Bonavista Bay, Newfoundland, Canada, and the words of this beautiful song were written by J. M. Devine, a resident of that outport fishing village, who used to mow the meadow for Pat.
Highland based Brian Ó hEadhra & Fiona Mackenzie perform songs from the Gaelic traditions but also sing contemporary songs drawing on their own musical tastes and experiences ranging from Celtic and Nordic to Eastern European; Americana to indie music.

[@ausblue1]

very nice one kenny thank you
♫The autumn days are here again, the night winds chilly blow
The woodlands turn to golden hue, and the harvest moon’s aglow
I dream again of days long past, to come no more I know
When I mowed Pat Murphy’s meadow in the sunny long ago
I see the blue of ocean, the distant sails afar
As the maiden in the meadow strikes up Dark Lochingar
There was music soft and tender in the winds that whispered 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
And the singer who warbled sweetly The Burning Granite Mill
To hear again at sunset Where Sweet Afton 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 whispered low
When I mowed Pat Murphy’s meadow in the sunny long ago♫

[@user-Kenny631]

Glad you enjoyed My friend Pamela thanks 🎶👍

[@macguy99]

Such beautiful music, Kenny!💗Great sharing, bro!👍😎👍
Blessings to you and your family.
Peace and brotherhood 😃🙏💗
Mac (aka RE-VO)

[@user-Kenny631]

Glad you enjoyed my friend Mac thank you 🎶👍