from notes by Andrew Burn © 2012
And for her windows curtains white,
With birds in flight and flowers in bloom,
To face with pride the road to town,
And mellow down her sunlit room.
And with the silver change we’d prove
The truth of Love to life’s own end,
With hearts the years could but embolden,
Had I a golden pound to spend.
Francis Ledwidge (1887-1917)translated from traditional Irish
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