furlong

Furlong
3-7-17

Rolling in her carriage
fragile like a butterfly
a good song to play on a rainy Tuesday morning
Hope it doesn't rain all day so says Van
As we walk the streets of Dublin
For the colors of the day soon to fade to gray
Good man, gee
O, you really need to know
A very fine piece of writing
In green profusion
Of high ambition to spur one on
We love to wander
O, green flag gloriously unfurled
O, Erin lift his spirits
May for souls that are clean
Where the grass still grows....





We Pull Punches
3-7-17

Going forth up onto the mountain
For a soul in satisfaction
They had their way come high ambition
It's the woman in you
No sound of satire to disturb ones sleep
Seeing another sign in heaven
Getting down to the deal
Soul God almighty true and your ways
Write: blessed are the dead that live again in Jesus
Travelling for the space of many days
To mourn exceedingly and weep for those who know not
Pulling punches where the earth is reared to thrust in His sickle
We hide in the west from the Sisters of Mercy behind the sun.....