The May Morning Dew - Michael Kelly - (Trad)

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My cover of the sean-nós style trad Irish song, 'The May Morning Dew'. Keeping things simple for my first song video back, after a long hiatus.

I'd like to dedicate this one to the friends and family lost during this last year; taken from us by sickness, accident, or just the passing of time. Further, a special toast to two souls that, during the recording of this video, have just recently passed:

My friend and fellow bard, Quillon (Jack Folly) - taken by accident, and far too soon.
And my uncle-in-law Jerry, who was a great fan of mine long before we became relatives. We had plans to visit when the pandemic travel restrictions eased, but sadly he passed before I ever had a chance to meet and play for him in person.

As said at many a wake - Death leaves a heartache no one can heal; Love leaves a memory no one can steal.

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"THE MAY MORNING DEW" - trad

How pleasant in winter
To sit by the hob
Just listening to the barks
And the howls of the dog
Or to walk through the green fields
Where wild daisies grew
To pluck the wild flowers
In the may morning dew

When summer is coming
When summer is near
With the trees oh so green
And the sky bright and clear
And the wee birds all singing
Their loved ones to woo
And young flowers all springing
In the may morning dew

I remember the old folk
All now dead and gone
And likewise my two brothers
Young Dennis and John
How we ran o'er the heather
The wild hare to pursue
And the proud deer we hunted
In the may morning dew

Of the house I was born in
There's but a stone on the stone
And now all 'round the garden
Wild thistles have grown
And gone are the neighbours
That I once knew
No more will we wander
Through the may morning dew