And in the high green pasture fields that overlook the seaThe bells of old St Davids are ringing out to me.The tatie hokers of the seventies where might they be today?From the old brown potato fields perhaps now far awayAnd they too have felt the ravages of time and the years have left them grayAnd…
We left Latvia forever never ever to returnI knew heartache, I knew sorrow, I saw fire and Berlin burn.We arrived in Melbourne city and I’ve lived here for many a dayMany thousands of miles from Latvia my old homeland far awaySoviets came and took my Country and robbed it of democracyAnd though Latvia is now…
That they would like to achieve recognition we all craveOur life aspirations go with us on our journey to the grave,But ’tis hard to be a winner where everybody wants to winAnd to be seen as a loser is worse than a mortal sinAnd few for the right reasons ever make the headline newsAnd for…
And dark clouds o’er the mountains can only promise rainAnd curlew in the bogland is piping once again.The merry lark is piping up towards dark clouds he flyHas anybody told him it’s middle of JulyHe seem so very happy what reason for his joyWhen fog steal down the mountain and rain is ever nigh? .Those…
Of any hope for Mother Nature and her creatures wild and freeOne reason that’s put forward for his loss of sanity.In the Helpston of his boyhood years his friends were only fewBut to his beloved Village till death he remained trueEven in his old age from his beloved fields inspiration he still drewAnd he became…
Some need something to believe in ‘hell’ is for sinners they sayThe christians kneel and pray to their God, the Muslims to their Allah pray.She say too many religions in this world too many for me to nameThough some in some ways look similar still no two are quite the sameBut they have one thing…
Those lines to set example often quotedAnd to this day ‘If’ has a world wide fame.He wrote ‘If’ for his son John when John was still a schoolboyTo be a man the sacrifice to makeBut when i judge myself on words of KiplingI feel that i don’t have what it might take.For i am one…
With hunched shoulders he slowly shuffles onAnd he looks distinguished in his own quiet way.With eyes cast down as if searching for somethingI once asked local man i felt might knowWhatever is the old man searching for?‘His wife’s lost wedding ring lost years ago’.For two hours each day he search the man went onFor ring…
Who led the local I.R.A. in the days of Black and TanAnd was posted by the British as a dangerous hostile man.She was a pretty girlie the Sinn Feiner’s only childAnd she grew to be a lovely maid with manner sweet and mildWith hair as brown as ripe chestnut and eyes blue as the skyOn…
And songbirds flushed with joys of Spring in green hedgerows pipe gailyThousands of miles from gum tree land back home near Ballydaly.The skylark in the morning sky towards higher world is wingingAnd higher, higher he keeps flying and fainter grow his singingTill he is gone from naked eye in grey clouds disappearingTo wake the angels…
