In The Year of the Clover and the luminous black sun my life did get better all the dreams I ever held dear to my heart have just begun... Apprentice to the Wizard in the shadow of candlelight and a black metallic cape pulled up around me tight gives me a new found freedom in the dead of night, just like the life giving Ankh around my neck silver bright. Well I walked the three star garden path that led me back to the Emerald Mountain again and I can still feel the spirit of St. Patrick from way, way back then just like the sacred green horned owl somewhere among the these ancient trees in the wind that echoes this is just where the journey begins... In The Year of the Clover and the luminous black sun I came to know the golden age of love, luck and miracles, surely this is just the best yet to come now In the Year of the Clover, In the Year of the Clover.