MAGIC IN THE AIR, by Karen O'Mahony
I took a walk to Coss today, tis often times I do
Then I gazed out o'er the ocean for to spare a thought or two
And yes I saw its beauty...but this day could not compare
For there was something different. There was magic in the air.
The waves seemed to dance higher, a more vibrant shade of blue
And as they crashed onto the shore, they roared "Templenoe Abu!"
The sun seemed to shine brighter, gulls soared higher in the sky
And when the wind it howled at them, "COYBIB" was their reply.
I turned and walked back towards the pitch, tis often times I do
And stood before the empty stand, it's colours white and blue
The wind it whirled around empty seats that waited row by row
And joined by swallows overhead it howled "Come on Templenoe!!"
I walked up passed the graveyard, perched peacefully on the hill
Will our loved ones be at Crokers? Oh yes. I know they will.
They trained, and played and cheered too hard to miss out on this day
We'll hear their chanting in the wind..."Up Templenoe!!! they'll say.
I turned to walk the hill down home, tis often that I do
And I recalled the cheers down through the years for the lads in white and blue
I asked myself the question then "what sets this team apart"
Not only talent, skill and speed but this club has Drive and Heart.
So it's head to head, up in Croke Park, to battle Ardnaree
The young and old, ye must be told, they are all proud of ye
And I'd swear 'tis true, that the waves in Coss, are a more vibrant shade of blue
And as they crash onto the shore they roar "Templenoe Abu!!"
GOOD LUCK TEMPLENOE
