Shades Of Gloria

I am going to the country

Going down that verdant lane

With nothing but a whistle in my hand

And a pocketful of rain

Can you hear that distant sound

Coming down the West Clare railway

And running with the shades of Gloria?

The wind is full of memories

That murmur and sigh

Hills rise and the foaming grass of Clare

You meet the cold moon's eye

You should come and see them now

When they are on fire

And running with the shades of Gloria

The waves roll at the headland

The tide is rising there

But here there is starlight falling

Down on the hills of Clare

I knew them when I was hungry

And I knew them when I was scared

And running with the shades of Gloria

I am going to the country

Where Michael in his prime

Weaved a thread of melody

In his own sweet time

You can hear him sing and whistle

Anytime you care

To go running with the shades of Gloria

I am going to the country

Going down that verdant lane

With nothing but a whistle in my hand

And a pocketful of rain