Saint Brigid’s Day
It’s St. Brigid’s Day
It’s Saint Brigids day and the sun is shining
Through the clouds above the Bay
Above the train that snakes its way
From Killiney Beach to busy Bray.
The sound of wheels along the track
The piping horn that brings us back
The rides we had along the coast
The springtime trips we loved the most.
Winter’s turned the corner and so have we
The birds are chirping in the trees
Their morning chorus above the city
Hope has returned and fills the kitty.
We never seemed to want so bad
A change in seasons and we’re glad
To see the back of wind and rain
The sky shines blue like southern Spain.
Hope rises in the chest of young and old
We had lost hope if truth be told
Forgot the day is shortest right before
The earth swings round and less is more.
All hail Saint Brigid and her present
Of a public holiday when least expected
Fifteen centuries after she departed
Concluding now what she had started.
All those crosses we made at school
Have proved their worth, we were no fools
Proof, if needed, she was always more
Than a TV logo at her core.
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