Tell The Pipers I’ll Pay
Eamon Friel Cop. Con.

On the way the long way there
Not that far from God knows where
I looked up and saw the autumn in the trees
And I knew I was too old
I’d never reach the gates of gold
It was then I heard the music on the breeze

Tell the pipers I’ll pay
Before I go on my way
Call the tune and they’ll play
But tell the pipers I’ll pay

Let them play the tunes of chance
I will sing and I will dance
For they’re made of fire and air those sweet old songs
It is in the player’s art
To remind the restless heart
To keep searching for the place where it belongs

Now a song can make you sad
But the blackbird’s song is glad
And the pipes, their music is both dark and bright
It is like the wind on stone
When the chanter and the drone
Harmonise to make the music of delight