Your voice haunts me
reminding me of days gone by
from beyond the sea
from Tir nan Og
I remember
the evenings
as darkness fell
over the hills outside
And your face faded
into the darkness
within
only your voice remained
I could not leave
that final evening
perhaps knowing
I would not be back
Now that is left
are memories
the darkness
and your voice
You'll always run
the machair lands
and swim the seas
cold and warm
The sun will shine
about you forever
'though rain may lash down
over little Tigharry
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