Clogman's Glen

A moorhen calls, the rushes weave The light is breaking through the trees Across the lake, a gentle breeze Is tossing dandelion seeds A beaten path along the shore Where fishermen will catch their fill Breaks off into the wild gorse And yellow, dense, furze-covered hills Ah, do you remember when, my love? Oh, my love, do you remember when When we were young, and life was hard But beautiful, in Clogman's Glen? From here up to the hazel wood A dozen houses can be seen With turf smoke rising up above And children playing in between Ah, do you remember when, my love? Oh, my love, do you remember when When we were young, and life was hard But beautiful, in Clogman's Glen? Well, many summers came and went Before the winter's icy chill And cold, stiff wind swept through and blew 'Til all was white and stiff and still