so many men think that i am theirs when i sit with them when i drink with them nothing compares to all that was shared between you and i between you and i snow falls on the mountain of sliabh u fhloinn and my love is like sloe blossom on the blackthorn so many men reach for the highest branch to find the bitter fruit to find the bitter fruit when close within reach of the hand lies the sweetest berry on the lowest branch on the lowest branch snow falls on the mountain of sliabh u fhloinn and my love is like sloe blossom on the blackthorn