Clair

El día que Gordon Mills le pidió a Gilbert que cuidase de su hija de tres años mientras él y su mujer salían a cenar, el más famoso de los cantautores irlandeses ni siquiera lo dudó un minuto. Eran amigos. Gordon era para Gilbert como un segundo padre. Y Clair...Clair era una niña adorable. A Gilbert el encantaba pasar tiempo con ella: jugando, haciendo los deberes, cantando...Gilbert contó una vez que aquella noche en la que Mills y su esposa salieron a cenar. la hija del matrimonio le pidió que le subiese un vaso a la cama. Así lo hizo él. Clair se lo bebió, le dió las buenas noches a tío Gilbert y se puso a dormir arropada por el cantautor. Cuando Clair se durmió, Gilbert bajó silencioso al salón y se sentó al piano para componer una de las canciones más bonitas que nunca he escuchado.

Clair

The moment I met you, I swear.

I felt as if something, somewhere,

Had happened to me,

Which I couldn't see.

And then, the moment I met you, again.

I knew in my heart

That we were friends.

It had to be so,

It couldn't be no.

But try as hard as I might do,

I don't know why.

You get to me in a way

I can't describe.

Words mean so little

When you look up and smile.

I don't care what people say,

To me you're more than a child

Oh, Clair.

Clair

Clair

If ever a moment so rare

Was captured for all to compare.

That moment is you

In all that you do.

But why in spite of our

Age difference do I cry.

Each time I leave you

I feel I could die.

Nothing means more to me

Than hearing you say,

"I'm going to marry you.

Will you marry me Uncle Ray?"

Oh, Clair.

Clair

Clair

I've told you before

"Don't you dare!"

"Get back into bed."

"Can't you see that it's late."

"No you can't have a drink."

"Oh all right then,

But wait just a minute."

While I, in an effort to babysit,

Catch up my breath,

What there is left of it.

You can be murder

At this hour of the day.

But in the morning this hour

Will seem a lifetime away.

Oh, Clair

Clair

Oh, Clair.