You look on the light coming of the lough;
no one is shocked and it's a beautiful scene.
With these quiet rites nobody minds
if the sun doesn't shine as you're laid in the soil.
No more toil, no more toil.
Your body has packed up its things;
the cut glass and rings you can leave at home
and the heavy tweed you wear at the wake
will be folded away, don't keep it close.
Let go, let go, let go, let go.
released February 8, 2013
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