Easter Snow-Christy Moore

[ti:Easter Snow] [ar:Christy Moore] [al:Folk Tale] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.01]Easter Snow - Christy Moore [00:00.02]Written by：Christy Moore [00:00.04] [00:00.69]Oh the Easter snow [00:03.99] [00:06.10]It has faded away [00:09.67] [00:10.90]It was so rare and so beautiful [00:15.28] [00:29.72]Those days will be remembered [00:34.41] [00:35.59]Listening to the master's notes [00:39.98]As gently they did fall [00:44.30] [00:45.57]Oh the music [00:49.22] [00:50.57]As Seamus he did play [00:54.43] [00:55.82]But the talking the mantle [00:59.64] [01:01.06]And turned it back to clay [01:05.39] [01:06.77]Oh the Easter snow [01:10.53] [01:12.20]It has faded away [01:15.79] [01:16.92]So rare and so beautiful [01:21.28] [01:35.63]To remember lost verses again [01:39.42] [01:40.84]He smiled at a roguish recollection [01:44.43] [01:46.13]While his fingers gripped the glass to stem the pain [01:50.74] [01:59.21]With a welcome he'd bid the time of day [02:03.49] [02:04.33]Many came when the last flakes were melted [02:08.52] [02:09.60]While it lay upon the ground we stayed away [02:13.60] [02:15.19]Oh the Easter snow [02:18.99] [02:20.44]It has faded away [02:23.80] [02:25.20]It was so rare and so beautiful