Standing there along the road, my soul is melting
With regret
My eyes had overflowed so nearly
So ashamed of their neglect
But they can only change the future
Just forbid them to forget
Walking down along the slope
The sights and sounds a walker hears
The air's warm and stiff with pollen
Mild distractions from my fears
And I'm hearin' names of people
I haven't seen in years
Last time I walked behind me da
Well, he had fishing rods in hand
The ugly slopеs below Slieve Brack
To gеntle streams around Armagh
Through nettle leaves and reeds
That grow from banks of sand
Watch the gentle water flowin' over stones to settle still
Heard a trout jump in the river
Round the side of Hockeys Mill
All the small and humble landmarks
Hidden in around Forkhill
He looks for birds along the river
Heard the swallow and the lark
The herring crane that stands majestic
As the day gives into dark
Came walking home again
Over gates and past the park
Sing us songs and tell us stories
Myths and legends came alive
Our rights and wrongs and deaths and glories
And desperate struggles to survive
Heroes long gone dead
And villains still alive
Summer days down by the town hall
On a Sunday after mass
Down secret lanes to hidden [?]
And Gaelic poets from the past
And I'd never stop complainin'
That the weekends went too fast
But now there's oh so many tributes here
From people far and wide
From life-long friends and some old comrades
Flank the coffin side-by-side
And all this in nine hours
It's hard enough to hide
I never thought that things would end like this
Not in my wildest dreams
But life is cruel and sometimes twisted
Like their judges, and it seems
That nothin' here is sacred
And I know what that means
Means I'll get no friendly handshakes
Just some letters in the post
Means I'll have to leave my family
As they comfort my da's ghost
And a cell door'll slam behind me
Just when I need him most
With regret
My eyes had overflowed so nearly
So ashamed of their neglect
But they can only change the future
Just forbid them to forget
Walking down along the slope
The sights and sounds a walker hears
The air's warm and stiff with pollen
Mild distractions from my fears
And I'm hearin' names of people
I haven't seen in years
Last time I walked behind me da
Well, he had fishing rods in hand
The ugly slopеs below Slieve Brack
To gеntle streams around Armagh
Through nettle leaves and reeds
That grow from banks of sand
Watch the gentle water flowin' over stones to settle still
Heard a trout jump in the river
Round the side of Hockeys Mill
All the small and humble landmarks
Hidden in around Forkhill
He looks for birds along the river
Heard the swallow and the lark
The herring crane that stands majestic
As the day gives into dark
Came walking home again
Over gates and past the park
Sing us songs and tell us stories
Myths and legends came alive
Our rights and wrongs and deaths and glories
And desperate struggles to survive
Heroes long gone dead
And villains still alive
Summer days down by the town hall
On a Sunday after mass
Down secret lanes to hidden [?]
And Gaelic poets from the past
And I'd never stop complainin'
That the weekends went too fast
But now there's oh so many tributes here
From people far and wide
From life-long friends and some old comrades
Flank the coffin side-by-side
And all this in nine hours
It's hard enough to hide
I never thought that things would end like this
Not in my wildest dreams
But life is cruel and sometimes twisted
Like their judges, and it seems
That nothin' here is sacred
And I know what that means
Means I'll get no friendly handshakes
Just some letters in the post
Means I'll have to leave my family
As they comfort my da's ghost
And a cell door'll slam behind me
Just when I need him most
Contributed by Dq82 - 2023/10/31 - 17:44
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Once Upon A Time In Ireland
‘Nine hours’ is again an incredible song where Ciaran, in jail for Republican activities, is given nine hours compassionate leave to attend the funeral of his father. During the song Ciarán recalls childhood fishing trips with his Da and the history he taught him of the places they visited while he follows his Dads coffin in utter personal agony, regretting years of non contact. Nine hours later that day a steel door slams shut and that’s fucking it.
“I never thought that things would end like this,
not in my wildest dreams.
But life is cruel and sometimes twisted,
like their judges and it seems.
that nothing here is sacred and I know what that means.”
A song that will take your breathe away the beauty and sadness of it.
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