The Dodder is the river that flows through Ballsbridge in Dublin.
THE BLACK DODDER
(by Mick Fitzgerald)
Oh springtime it comes; with the rain in the morning
And the swans changing plume -- scattered reeds blowing;
And I a mere stranger, I chanced without knowing
On the song of the black Dodder flowing;
CHORUS: Oh, spring rushes on and leaves you;
And trees will be green while they stand
For seasons are only a verse in your song
That you hold for a while in your hand.
She moves like a woman that's easy and free
A woman the secrets well hidden from me;
And bridges and houses keep growing; keep growing;
Soon they'll bow to the black Dodder flowing;
I stood for a while but she turned for the sea,
Saw the wind reach and touch her, before turning to me;
And I walked along with her without ever knowing
The song of the black Dodder flowing.