Music in The Glen by joHn Kennedy Jr. . . . All Rights Reserved There is Music in the Glen tonight and we will never know how high the sky, how deep the see, and why-ever does it snow We only know that we can walk and therefore we can dance We only know that we can talk to singing we advance And the is Music in The Glenn tonight and singing we advance The young one's flit and flirt and stare, the old ones might get up and dance The conversions just go on and on and on and on and still There just cannot be to much laughter here or on up in the hills For there is Music in the Glenn tonight and on up in the hills the moutains and the valley-sides, the forests are all filled with wind and wood and skins strung tight with these ancient melodies whose phrases fall like little bells and somehow we are free For there is Music in The Glenn tonight and somehow we are free There is no clock, no work undone, no thousand years of tyranny The dark surrounds our houses, little spots of warmth and light The craic is high and the snow is falling, for there is Music in The Glen tonight. Sounds like a great idea Cheers, S. in Seattle
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