I remember Xmas ’46.
the glowing coal,the sugar bag,the sticks
The boys had fairisle jumpers in pure wool
The golden cup of happiness was full
In the flames I saw bright dancing shapes
oh happy infant ,love, oh happy state.
on a Xmas tree were hung the chocolate coins
in the crib I saw Lord Jesus born
My sister too was soon to leave the Womb
Next time she would be there in the room
Her Celtic face was round her eyes were green
Rarely did she cry,Allanah, Queen
This was Eden,this was all our joy
Come back Love,do not our lives destroy.
My hand reached out to touch you but all there was was air
I stared into the garden and see the birds fly off
I can’t tell you any thoughts like the ones we used to share
Are they bound for Africa, àre they plump enough?
I call out for your tender touch,I ask you to come back
All there is is silence,no love to fill my lack
I cry out for your presence now but you are flying too
I have to do this part alone
I don’t have a clue