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This is a new Irish song about the magic of Irish music. It's arranged for choir (SSAATB), harp, piano, flute, and fiddle. Elements of O'Carolan's 'Inisheer' are woven into the melody.
Lyric
A Song With No Tune
The stories they tell in the Town of Athlone,
would gladden the heart of a man made of stone.
I joined in with them freely, until it was Spring,
then I was off, like a hawk on the wing -
searching for fortune - and something to sing.
And its oh! But its been a long time!
And I hope that we meet again soon.
I saw her but once, by the light of the moon.
She said she would give me a song with no tune.
The pipers are proud in Kildare and Athy;
there's no better music found under the sky.
But, one bright Summer's evening, I left them behind;
put my feet to the road and I followed them blind -
searching for fortune - and what I might find.
And its oh! But its been a long time!
And I hope that we meet again soon.
I saw her but once, by the light of the moon.
She said she would give me a song with no tune.
The fiddlers are famous from Bantry to Cork.
The rake of their reels would make the lame walk.
But still, at the close of a fine Autumn day,
I packed up my bags and I went on my way -
searching for fortune but finding low pay.
And its oh! But its been a long time!
And I hope that we meet again soon.
I saw her but once, by the light of the moon.
She said she would give me a song with no tune.
Far up the west coast, in Aran and Clare,
there's harpers to bring you a magical aire.
I listened, enthralled, till the Winter came on,
then pulled up my boots - and soon I was gone -
searching for fortune for still I had none.
And its oh! But its been a long time!
And I hope that we meet again soon.
I saw her but once, by the light of the moon.
She said she would give me a song with no tune.
I rested, by chance, at the close of the day,
by a small rounded hill, where I happened to stray.
And there, as the drowsiness over me stole,
I dreamed of a woman with eyes black as coal -
And the fortune she held was the song of my soul.
And its oh! But its been a long time!
And I hope that we meet again soon.
I saw her but once, by the light of the moon.
She said she would give me a song with no tune.
Alan Wagstaff
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