One bright mornin' I walked down the glen And down the mountain side Not bound to work in the clay no more, To go where the day may bide And down the boreen a cold wind rose, a ghost upon the breeze To moan and kick up old angers and torments upon me Get back you specters, back you shades that haunt me in my dreams For I am bound to see a brand new lover And off they ran as small birds sang at me within the trees Under the sun and how I enjoyed my own continuity It was luck and privilege that brought me here, and strength That makes me stay and the song upon the breeze tells how kindness reciprocates