March winds were blowing when we met,
A moment in time I won't forget,
Rain drops were falling at
your feet,
Reflecting your beauty on the street.
Grafton Street was empty of all charm,
You
reached out and took me by the arm,
I've never felt as good as I felt then,
I knew I'd never be the same again.
Down where the old Church yard lies
Under the grey midlands skies
tumble down and broken hoofs say it's not
right
Our ancestors might,
but I'll always love the planters daughters.
Strongbow's
blood ran in you veins,
Of myself I couldn't say the same,
But some how it seemed to be ok,
And it didn't really
matter anyway.
Were I to live a thousand years,
And hear the angels whisper in my ears,
And
sit and watch the sunlight fade away,
I never will forget that one spring day.
Down
where the old Church yard lies
Under the grey midlands skies
tumble down and broken hoofs say it's not right
Our
ancestors might,
but I'll always love the planters daughters.
