The Rahara Rose © Tony Fallon Jan318
I cry because it's over and you are here no more
This place will never mean as much as it did before
Yet when I have cried enough I often have to smile
I think how lucky I was to have you for a while
No more we'll roam the valleys or climb a hilly peak
No more we'll go to Mayo and climb St Patrick's reek
No more we will walk the streets of Boyle or Castlerea
No more we'll swim in the chilly waters of Lough Key
When I met you again in New York I felt so blessed
And our love for each other very quickly progressed
You were a happy worker I often sent flowers
To my true love working in the ill fated towers
I never visited you I am fearful of heights
You said from your window you saw impressive sights
That you should be taken from us is hard to perceive
On your first day back to work from maternity leave
Farewell my Rahara Rose until we meet again
Your memory will stay until I am old and then,
You will take my hand one night and call so soft to me
Like swans we’ll fly together to beautiful Lough Ree
Often Sal comes in the room as my eyes I'm drying
And in a sad, sad voice asks Daddy were you crying?
How long more can I lie and tell her it is pollen
This replica of you, the young Miss Sally Fallon.
Farewell my Rahara Rose until we meet again
Your memory will stay until I am old and then,
You will take my hand one night and call so soft to me
Two children of Lir forever swimming on Lough Ree.
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