Janet Dowd: Music
Neidin
It is the popular belief that the song Neidin is about a girl (not Nadine Coyle as our bass player Pete thought) but in fact it is about a place in Co.Kerry called Kenmare - Neidin being the Irish for Kenmare. If you've never been, take a race over sometime as it is truly beautiful.
J x
NEIDIN
As I leave behind Neidin, it’s like purple splashed on green
My soul is strangely fed, through the winding hills ahead
And she plays a melody, on winds and streams for me
Won’t you remember, won’t you remember
Won’t you remember me
And we wind and climb and fall, like the greatest waltz of all
Float across the floor, her sweet breath outside the door
And it’s time that I was gone, ‘cross the silver tear
Won’t you remember, won’t you remember
Won’t you remember me
As I leave behind Neidin, in the hall where we have been
Rhododendrons in her hair, in the mountain scented air
I still feel her spirit song, across the silver tear
Won’t you remember, won’t you remember
Won’t you remember me
Won’t you remember, won’t you remember
Won’t you remember me