Oh God Have mercy on this island now.
We don’t know when to curtsey when to bow.
Eternal all the stars will shine at night
I’d rather have my husband and some light.
The requiem mass is beautiful I feel
Apart from these old symbols
What is real?
I don’t like the cemetery or church.
If I drink this whisky I will lurch.
What’s the point of flowers for the dead.
Send us letters they will all be read.
We must look strong are we will offence
It may be true but it don’t make no sense.
If we cry we get no comfort now
We will get no milk from any cow.
How my heart sings 