She was the Byrne of my heart.

She was the Byrne of my heart.

 



Sun setting, glowing lights now fade.
The call of the evening has arrived,
In the foot fall of a tiny angel,
Filling my ears and eyes with love again.

Singing words and lullaby's now,
She puts me into an easy rest.
A hard day has ended at last,
And I shall dance with my lover.


Chorus
For she flows so sweetly,
So freely like the mountain Byrne,
Where I have always loved to bathe.
Her waters cleanse my beating heart,
And in this spell of hers I'm saved...


The morrow shall bring a freshness,
When I have laid with her all night.
Invigorated by the love she gave,
A tenderness behind her loving eyes.

My feet shall fall on greenest fields,
When I wander with her in the heather.
My heart has known no better tune,
Than the bloom we shared always together.


Chorus
For she flows so sweetly,
So freely like the mountain Byrne,
Where I have always loved to bathe.
Her waters cleanse my beating heart,
And in this spell of hers I'm saved...


Sun setting, glowing lights now fade.
The call of the evening has arrived,
In the foot fall of a tiny angel,
Filling my ears and eyes with love again.

Singing words and lullaby's now,
She puts me into an easy rest.
A hard day has ended at last,
And I shall dance with my lover.


Chorus
For she flows so sweetly,
So freely like the mountain Byrne,
Where I have always loved to bathe.
Her waters cleanse my beating heart,
And in this spell of hers I'm saved...


Better if I should die right now,
Than to have lived not knowing her.
In every moment of every day,
I shall bless the breath she shared.

Amongst the eternal memories of life,
She has been the one I treasured the most.
The burn my heart has felt for her,
Has made me a happy man.


Chorus
For she flows so sweetly,
So freely like the mountain Byrne,
Where I have always loved to bathe.
Her waters cleanse my beating heart,
And in this spell of hers I'm saved...

Chorus
For she flows so sweetly,
So freely like the mountain Byrne,
Where I have always loved to bathe.
Her waters cleanse my beating heart,
And in this spell of hers I'm saved...

A folk type in the style of Kate Rusby.
(possibly change to female viewpoint)

Some bag pipes and strings following a slow melody.

Heather on the hill






                       Brigadoon


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