Music: Tell My Ma
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In Clifden was written to capture the spirit of a glorious trip to Ireland with friends. It was a wonderful little town, the main streets of which formed a triangle. We stayed in a 300-year-old house just south of town. From the front porch we could watch the orange sun descend. Music: Tell My Ma |
In ClifdenWhen we were last in ClifdenAnd we think in flashbacks of it often We watched the orange sun slowly disappear Among many things you can only see and can not hear To see the landscape unfold quietly It is best to cycle slowly The grays, greens and blues Create a kaleidoscope of brilliant and muted hues Traveling more or less steadily We passed through Ballyconneely On the way to Roundstone We often found ourselves alone But no matter how far we roam It always feels good to once again reach home |
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