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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 257 |
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THE TWILIGHT PEOPLE
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T is a whisper among the hazel bushes; It is a long, low, whispering voice that fills With a sad music the bending and swaying rushes; It is a heart-beat deep in the quiet hills.
Twilight people why will you still be crying, Crying and calling to me out of the trees ?
For under the quiet grass the wise are lying And all the strong ones are gone over the seas.
And I am old, and in my heart at your calling Only the old dead dreams a fluttering go,
As the wind, the forest wind, in its falling Sets the withered leaves fluttering to and fro. |
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