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First Line: I'm back again in glenties and the autumn wind / is blowing
Last Line: By the grave that holds my colleen in a glen of donegal.
Subject(s): Absence; Donegal, Ireland; Graves; Home; Love; Old Age; Separation; Isolation; Tombs; Tombstones


I'M back again in Glenties and the Autumn wind is blowing,
The silver-sandalled evening skips across the mountains high,
But the bogland flowers are fading where of old I watched them growing,
And the lean leaves of Lammas tide are whirling thro' the sky.

The bogland flowers are fading, and I mark them as a token
Of the early hopes I cherished to my sorrow and regret;
The silver cord is loosened, and the golden bowl is broken,
And another heart is wearisome and longing to forget.

The slender threads of gossamer are shining on the heather,
The little brooks are tumbling as they hurry to and fro,
I tramp along the boreen that we tramped of old together,
My love and I together in the days of long ago.

The road across the moorland sure it's twisting an' it's turning
Round the braes of old Strasala and the heights of Carrigdoun,
But in the mellow Autumn dusk one lamp has ceased from burning,
And a hearth is cold and cheerless on the way to Glenties town.

I'll leave my home again and I'll bid good-bye tomorrow,
And I'll pass the little churchyard and the tomb a-near the wall,
I have lived so much for love I can hardly live for sorrow
By the grave that holds my colleen in a glen of Donegal.





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