Oh the Easter snow It has faded away It was so rare and so beautiful Now it's melted back into the clay
Those days will be remembered Beyond out in the Naul Listening to the master's notes As gently they did fall
Oh . . . the music As Seamus he did play But the thaw crept over the mantle white And turned it back to clay
Oh the Easter snow It has faded away It was so rare and beautiful But it's melted back into the clay
He gazed at the embers in reflection, He called up lost verses again, He smiled at a roguish recollection, While his fingers gripped the glass to stem the pain
When knocked on his door would always open With a welcome he'd bid the time of day Though we came when the last flakes were melted While it lay upon the ground we stayed away
Oh the Easter snow It has faded away It was so rare and so beautiful Now it's melted back into the clay.