The Mists Of Time

The Mists Of Time

By Paul McCann

I was on the road to Galway

not too far out of Ballinasloe

sometime today or tomorrow

I should be at the gap of Dunloe .

What a sight for sore eyes in Cork ,

I couldn’t see anyone around

I don’t know if it New year or New York ,  

when the mists of time all falll down

The mists of time fall down thick fast ,

like a wall all around Belfast,

 there’s no way out I’ve found ,

when you’re lost in the mists of time

coming down .

Going around and around in circles

Lost inside a fairy ring ,

So don’t follow me or you’ll end up

Lost here in this place that I’m in .  

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