Distant bells of Blarney ring out
Birds in a chorus sing to announce
Spring is now fading, summer is nigh
Pokeweed and pansy open their eyes
In a forest hollow nearby
Lost is a winter, summer can't find
World falling quiet, morning is night
Clock striking stillness, breath without life
Running through the fields of time
I can remember her as a child, so bonny
Joyous without asking why
She was a meadow
Dancing with sky
Golden hour, yore bathing in sun
Take me to all the places she was
Before the thief of innocence woke
Before the darkness, robbed her of soul
Lonely road of gathering stones
Holding them close and letting them go
Breeze among branches, only you know
Whisper the mystery, wisdom be told
Running through the fields of time
I can remember her as a child, so bonny
Angel, fairy, butterfly
She was a meadow
Dancing with sky
Distant bells of Blarney now swell
Birds in a chorus bidding farewell
Roses and Ivy nodding to rest
May sleeping hollow with spring be blessed