Christy Moore
Oh the Easter snow
It has faded away
It was so rare and beautiful
And it melted back into the clay
Those days will be remembered
Beyond out in the Naul
Listening to the master’s notes
As gently they did fall
Oh the music
When Seamus he did play
But the thaw came on the mantle white
And turned it back into the clay
He gazed at the embers in reflection
Called up lost verses again
Smiled in roguish recollection
While his fingers gripped the glass to stem the pain
When knocked upon his door would open
With a welcome he’d bid the time of day
Though you came when the last flakes had melted
While it lay upon the ground you stayed away
I first met Seamus Ennis in 1968.I was living in Yorkshire and he stayed with me for a week while he played some Folk Clubs. When I played with Planxty in 1972-74), Seamus was sharing a house with Liam and Michael O’Flynn. Lastly I used to visit him towards the end of his life when he lived back in the home place in The Naul,Co.Dublin. During those visits he talked about Music and Songs and shared deeply.I wrote this tribute after he passed.