an Piobaire
The Piper pipes
and the people dream
The old men laugh
and the children sing

The seasons shift
the faces grow
and new children sing
on the old grass row

The sun sets
then risen anew
The old pass
to be replaced
by the new

Still the old men laugh
while the children sing
and the people dream
for the piper pipes
in the cool
of the light dawn breeze