Wicklow Woods Music Amphitheatre

by

Hay Machine

Out in the open
the Londonderry Air
in Wicklow's heartland
where a soft blanket of resonance
is finery for the soul
now Frederic Weatherly's sister
has sent the blind piper's music from Boston
to complete that perfect whole

Ancient time
preserved in Ireland's lyrical stream
its heroic line dissected
by St Patrick's capture
whose straighter routes
had banished all the coiling curves
and stemmed more widespread rapture

Children out in the open air
on Parnell's hillside
cascading down to Avon's waters
where Heaven's gift of harmony
is the antidote to all our other worldly woes
our higher passions soothed by the falls
and sheltered all around by steadfast forest walls

Sweet vale you held our children for a Summer's day
and of all the things this earth can do
your soft embrace is more than we had prayed for
together now we warmer sweeter be
where mother music is forever safe and home
though Parnell heard the Air before the author's words
we are full circle now in Avondale
with all his singing birds

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