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Clannach Falls

It is hard to remember when
I walked alone through mystic Clannach glen
The river path I walked along
As I did sing my happy song
I looked into the river clear
Thinking off my own sweet dear
A distant thunder I could hear
Falling upon my listening ear
Tree clad mountains on left and right
Kept all hidden from my sight
And then of course to my surprise
I saw many pairs of wood nymph's eyes
They followed me that sun filled day
As I walked slowly on my way
I walked on further and thunder did roar
It seemed so loud it shook my very core
The river took a sharpened turn
And what I saw made my core burn
Before my eyes the wondrous sight
Up sprang the rocks to mighty height
On three sides only granite there
The fourth was an opening into this lair
And clear curtain fell from way up high
O'er shelfing rocks it thundered by
To deepest pool so far below
From whence the Clannach river did flow
And I walked into this rocky lair
The thunder quieted as I stood there
The people of the glen did dance and sing
As I reached the end of my wandering
Oh Clannach falls so mystic bright
Thy waters fall from Heaven's height
And through the curtain so serene
Elves are sitting, sometimes seen
And on the grass before the pool
I sat down on my walking stool
And I looked in wonder at Clannach falls
As I listened to the Eagle's calls
And high above the granite stone
The trees hung over high alone
Branches reaching from side to side
As if this lair did try to hide
The sun is shining glory clear
Upon this glory standing hear
And ne'er again may my eyes see
The Clannach falls, the mystery
The tears of Angels are falling hard
The Clannach waters called by Bard
Cascading down each rocky shelf
Touched with Heaven's light itself
And those who see the waters fall
And here the mighty eagles call
They shall each describe differently
The Clannach falls they saw that day
I watch the wood nymph's dance and sing
The elves, their singing voices talking
Lazing by the Clannach pool
Around where I sit on my stool
No greater wonder I shall know
No greater sorrow I may show
As when I had to walk away
From Clannach falls that summer's day
Oh Clannach falls thy mists do rise
Unto the glorious summer skies
Forever may the waters fall
From Clannach's mystic waterfall.

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