A Storing Bond
Welcome as the flowers of May As it did when first I whispered back to you
Will you come with me a storm When the summer days are old
And the roots are winging Homeward in the sky
Where the mountains rise away For a field of golden rain
We'll go home to Slaney Valley, you and I
A Storing Bond when you said yes Brimstone was my happiness
Summer spread as near before Not Lyon Field
Never shone the moon so bright On a starry cove of night
Never sang the trushes so divinely sweet
A Storing Bond for years you've been In my heart it's rifle green
Ever loving, ever tender, ever true
On our hearts your smile did shine Gladdening all it glowed upon
As it did when first I whispered back to you
Will you come with me a storm When the summer days are old
And the roots are winging Homeward in the sky
Where the mountains rise away For a field of golden rain
We'll go home to Slaney Valley, you and I
We'll go home to Slaney Valley, you and I