Our Story

Welcome and thank you for visiting Sycamore Lane!

Sycamore Lane is a fusion of passions for songwriting and good Irish food...Music for the Mind Food for the Soul brought to you in a Small Box Retail concept with product ranges and gift box themes influenced by original Sycamore Lane song lyrics.

We promote good local food and the suppliers who provide it. Separate but together, we bring you amazing products through a range of Sycamore Lane curated and customized subscription and gift boxes. And when we infuse it with Rural Symphony, our community interest initiative, we create Value with Values.

We operate a unique business model which is based around collaboration, cooperation,  contribution, and caring, which is described in more detail in our Social Responsibility charter.

Our mission is to promote tasty and nutritious food and drink products made in Ireland, and to offer our customers the benefit of selection from a wide range of product choices at beneficial prices in the most convenient way.

For anyone interested in the origins of Sycamore Lane, we started as an original song lyric. Here it is: 

Sycamore Lane

Funny how the years fly by
And all of us wonder why
And sweet memories I recall
Vivid in a shard of light
Someone, somewhere defines us all
Even better when they coincide
‘Cause fate knows best
And we don't get to decide

And now as I wonder why
‘Cause the years slipped right by
If the place is just the same
If you found love again
Since we held hands and laughed our way down Sycamore Lane

I see that grass is growing down the middle of Sycamore Lane
'Twas not so long ago I listened to the birds proclaim their love
Now only silence to whisper your name

Maybe this is fate's reply
As I think of you I cry
How you smiled and looked at me
How I felt when we first kissed
It’s been a while now
But I remember like yesterday

Now I'm here to say goodbye
‘Cause time has passed me by
But the place is just the same
Whatever you became
Since we held hands and laughed our way down Sycamore Lane

I see that grass is growing down the middle of Sycamore Lane
'Twas not so long ago I listened to the birds proclaim their love
Now only silence to whisper your name
Only silence to whisper your name

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