Quatern: Four Seasons

Quatern

Four Seasons

Riding the wind up to the stars,
Magical horses with gold manes,
Carry the faeries to spring fairs
Lightly they will play their bodhráns.

Season feasting comes once again.
Riding the wind up to the stars.
Of magic and bright summer days
I and my true love now will sing,

No man knows from whither we come
Nor whither we shall someday go.
Riding the wind up to the stars,
Now hark, bodhráns will play in fall.

I lay me down weary of life,
For no faeries nor magic lives.
I’ll dream winter dreams then I’ll go,
Riding the wind up to the stars.

bodhrán pronounced bowdrawn

Quatern for Cubby