The summer joy is surely gone
When every clock the hour had on
Last night we masqued and
merry made
Under the full moon, madness played
An older witch she danced with me
And later he sat upon my knee
A fiddler flashed his fiddler’s grin
To hell and back from lock to chin
The witch was clean pushed off
my knee
But born one day after me
And we went home with lock
and key
She left me in the morning
I slept on till one o’clock
And walked out like a
concrete block
I drink some whiskey lord and I
drank it hot
On the first day of winter
Ancient rain, pouring down
Wire my bones to the ground
Ancient rain, pouring down
Wire my bones to the ground
The summer joy is surely gone
When every clock the hour had on
Last night we massed and
merry made
Under the full moon, madness played
While these demons taunt in
pagan time
Past and present now in rhyme
Two hands that squeeze my life away
On this the holy All Saints Day
Ancient rain, pouring down
Wire my bones to the ground
Ancient rain, pouring down
Wire my bones to the ground
- Written by Jimmy MacCarthy
Jimmy MacCarthy 