THE PAINTED GARDEN...

Dark Eyed Molly

Deep and dark are my true love's eyes,

Blacker still is the winter's turning,

As the sadness of parting proves.

And brighter now is the lantern burning

That lightens my path to love.

No fiddle tune will take the air,

But I will see his swift feet dancing

And the swirl of his dark brown hair,

His smiling face and his dark eyes glancing

As we stepped out Blinkbonny Fair.

And if my waiting prove in vain,

Then I will pack and track ever take me.

The long road will ease my pain.

No jewel of mankind would ever make me

Whisper love's words again.

For in drink I'll seek good company,

My ears will ring with the tavern's laughter,

And I'll hear not his last sweet sigh.

And who's to know in the morning after

How I long for his dear dark eyes

How I long for his dear dark eyes

These lyrics by Eva Cassidy remind me of my forth Great Grandmother Margaret who lived in Ireland she fell in love with a dark haired, dark eyed, Irishman named John, he was a soldier in the English army. They were married and she was carrying his child when he called to leave with his Company and fight against Napoleon at Waterloo. He never returned. She eventually left Ireland with her little son and came to live in America.