joHn's Poem

Lyrics

Music in The Glen
by joHn Kennedy Jr. . . . All Rights Reserved

There is Music in the Glen tonight and we will never know
how high the sky, how deep the see, and whyever does it snow
We only know that we can walk and therefore we can dance
We only know that we can talk to singing we advance

And the is Music in The Glenn tonight and singing we advance
The young one's flit and flirt and stare, the old ones might get up and dance
The conversions just go on and on and on and on and still
There just cannot be to much laughter here or on up in the hills

For there is Music in the Glenn tonight and on up in the hills
the moutains and the valley-sides, the forests are all filled
with wind and wood and skins strung tight with these ancient melodies
whose phrases fall like little bells and somehow we are free

For there is Music in The Glenn tonight and somehow we are free
There is no clock, no work undone, no thousand years of tyranny
The dark surrounds our houses, little spots of warmth and light
The craic is high and the snow is falling, for there is Music in The Glen tonight.