| «As I leave behind Néidín
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| It’s like purple splashed on green
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| My soul is strangely fed
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| Through the winding hills ahead
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| And she plays a melody
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| On wind and streams for me
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| Won’t you remember
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| Won’t you remember
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| Won’t you remember me
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| Won’t you remember
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| Won’t you remember
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| Won’t you remember me
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| And we wind and climb and fall
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| Like the greatest waltz of all
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| Float across the floor
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| Her sweet breath outside the door
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| And it’s time that I was gone
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| Cross the silver tear
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| As I leave behind Néidín
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| In the hall where we have been
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| Rhododendrons in her hair
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| In the mountain scented air
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| I still feel her spirit song
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| Cross the silver tear |