When winter sleep is abroad my hair grows thin,My feet unsteady. When the leaves awakenMy mother carries me in her golden arms;I’ll soon put on my womanhood and marryThe spirits of wood and water, but who can tellWhen I was born for the first time? I thinkI am much older than the eagle cockThat blinks and blinks on Ballygawley Hill,And he is the oldest thing under the moon.
Beardsley’s design for the Avenue Theatre poster.
When winter sleep is abroad my hair grows thin, My feet unsteady. When the leaves awaken My mother carries me in her...