The Planters Daughter
Vocals and Lyrics: Country and Irish singer/entertainer; Banagher, County Offaly born Johnny McEvoy.
The beautiful song hereunder, “The Planter’s Daughter”, was written about Odette McEvoy, latter the authors wife, whom he met in 1967, before marrying in 1970. The song suggests that she was a descendant of 12th century planters; following the Anglo-Norman invasion of Ireland, “Strongbow’s (Richard de Clare) blood ran in your veins”.
The Planters Daughter.
March winds were blowing when we met.
A moment in time we won’t forget.
Rain drops were falling at your feet,
Reflecting your beauty on the street.
Grafton Street was empty of all charm.
You reached out and took me by the arm.
I’ve never felt as good as I felt then,
And I knew I’d never be the same again.
Down where the old churchyard lies,
Under the grey midland skies,
Tumbled down and broken.
Who’d say it’s not right,
Our ancestors might,
But I’ll always love the planter’s daughter.
Strongbow’s blood ran in your veins.
Of myself, I couldn’t say the same,
But somehow it seemed to be OK,
And it didn’t really matter anyway.
Were I to live a thousand years,
Or hear the angels whisper in my ears,
And sit and watch the sunlight fade away,
I never will forget that one spring day
.
Down where the old churchyard lies,
Under the grey midland skies,
Tumbled down and broken,
Who’d say it’s not right,
Our ancestors might,
But I’ll always love the planter’s daughter.
Down where the old churchyard lies,
Under the grey midland skies,
Tumbled down and broken,
Who’d say it’s not right,
Our ancestors might
But I’ll always love the planter’s daughter.
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