[ Featuring The Stonemasons ]
It was in Roscommon's summertime when every wood and field
Was wallowing in sun and shade and every lip was sealed
To wait in mute anxiety for harvest time or rain
I met Peggy O'Malone on old Mount Morgan's lane
She spoke to me as prophets speak when they would tell of how
The world would drown in ice and fire if we were heedless now
My eyes could read the ocean's depths from crests to sunken stone
My heart leapt without weight or doubt by Peggy O'Malone
In later days when I would walk beside her in the green
I watched the old glint of her eyes wane languidly and lean
I'd marvel how she hid herself within her heart's own home
And wonder why I could not find my Peggy O'Malone
O Christ if You have pity yet I pray You pity me
My heart is racked with blame and shame that never I and she
Could meet with one another since the first that we were alone
But still I hope to do so yet with Peggy O'Malone
