Poem: White Swans And Black Tommy Makem & Liam Clancy

[Spoken Poetry]
With winter at the mouth, white swans have gone
And the black, proceeding south down the grey dawn
Cry after them, cry out over the town
Ensnare them with a shout, "Bring the swans down."
The summer flies away where the swans crossed
And streaks across the grey, south golden lost
No man may call them back, once the swans fly
The white swans and the black, down the grey sky

[Verse 1]
The summer birds have gathered and are flying to the sun
I saw the wild geesе heading south on their October run
Thе crops have all been harvested and all the work is done
And the grey October clouds are drifting by

[Chorus]
Drifting by; Drifting by
And the grey October clouds are drifting by

[Verse 2]
On summer dawns I walked alone by singing silver streams
A lark's song filled the golden morn and I could dream my dreams
The good times pass so quickly, that was long ago it seems
Now the grey October clouds go drifting by