Album Name : Warmer for the Spark - The Songs of Jimy Mac Carthy
Release Date : 1997-02-04
Song Duration : 4:34
Mary Coughlan Ancient Rain
Summer time has almost gone,
And every clock, an hour put on.
Last night we danced and merry-made,
Under the full moon, madness played.
An older witch, he danced with me.
Later he sat on my knee.
A fiddler flashed his fiddler's grin,
To hell and back, from lock to chain.
The witch was clean, washed al fine,
But born one day after me.
We were told was lock and key.
He left me in the morn.
I slept on till one o'clock.
My head felt like a concrete block.
I drink some whiskey lord, I drink it hot,
On the first day of winter.
Ancient rain, pouring down,
Wears my bones to the ground.
Ancient rain, pouring down,
Wears my bones to the ground.
The demons taunt in pagan times,
The past and present now in rhyme.
Two hands that sqeeze my life away,
On this the holy All Saints Day.
Ancient rain, pouring down,
Wears my bones to the ground.
(refrain)
