Kilgarry
From your place upon the hill
Where you always lie
And the churches’ eyes look blindly
Are you watching over me
I really wouldn’t mind
For your smile is in the water
And your hands heat’s in the air
But the feel of you and the warmth you were
Speak of turning worlds and blackened time
And emptiness and pride
Can you see the old man walking
Wreathed in grey as he makes his way
Along the way
The frost of age upon him
And a red four thorned rose
And you look as he approaches
For that ancient thread of fire
But the shaking hands
And the clouded eyes
And the pause before he rises
Speak of turning worlds
And blackened time
And emptiness and pride
Would you like to rise
Would you like to play with time
Would you like to throw the world
Around the other way
Would you like to see him
Walk each cold October day
Would you like to rise
Coz I’m scared of all the years
Would you like to rise