Joy’s Immortality

Music – Adam Koubek
Lyrics – Robin Flower/old Irish poem

There are the trees, that saw them pass
the happy fields among
when they were only lad and lass,
that now are dead so long

When they were only lass and lad
the nesting birds would sing
as though they little hearts were mad,
with the new wine of spring

And far across the wooded vale,
how clear and sweet, and strong,
the love be drunken nightingale
would sing their mating song

They saw the summer glories glow
and rain of autumn leaves,
nor wept that earth‘ s own kind
should go where earth’s own bosom heaves.

And they are gone, the trees remain,
the birds are singing still,
the footsteps of the wind and rain
are silver on the hill.
But still I see them dancing on
the bridegroom and the bride,
the pain and mortal flesh is gone,
the immortal joy´s abide.

There are the trees, that saw them pass
the happy fields among
when they were only lad and lass,
that now are dead so long.
Their eyes in every flower are glad,
their voice in every song,
as they were still but lass and lad
that now are dead so long.

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