I can see you in our house
In the kitchen, on the stairs
I see you playing in the street
And on your rocking chair.
I see you in Saint Patrick’s church
Were we went on Saturday
And when you were in hospital
You held your beads and prayed.
You had to use your fingertips
Before I bought the beads
I half wish I had died with you
It hurts inside, I bleed
I have got a photograph
It’s us three girls and Mam
Now you’ve gone away with them
My sister,oh my lamb
My Mother and my Father
my sisters and one boy
I remember Christmas Day
Happy with our toys
One by one the people go
Till one is left alone
I remember everything
It’s written in my bones
I never thought I’d be alone
When four if us were here.
I was called The fragile one
I am drowning in my tears