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Piano song but can work on the guitar. From the Album Gael's Blue.
GHapped in mist these twenty-five CEventful years seem to me nDow GAnd in all but one a friendly haze CA ghost of gladness by my Dside CWith horse and plough I marched with pride DOf the purest kind CThen a blink of light and it's fGlander's fields DAt the end of time
And through the flash and cannon's roar I saw my Christine's smiling eyes And with no more thought of blood or shell I made my way, to hold her near But truth and honour's henchmen found me Leaving here A madman's rave and a coward's grave For a volunteer
CAnd in his eyes flew snipe and curlew GIn his throat blew moistened air EmIn his mind the wood the king stole DThat robbed the land and laid it Cbare
But.. In his heart his lover's memory Singing on their wedding night Where once the parks grew thick with corn That solemn tune was with him now Happed in mist, the king's own rifles Ready Aiiiiim The floors of the forest Are a wee'd away.