Where the Braid Hills they watch over me
St Mary's Place runs to the sea
Irene will you look out for me
Down the road we knew
With the girls in the afternoon
The hand of friendship broken too soon
But they all knew when you left the room
That your heart was free
In your heart was Ireland's fields
On your lips was Athenrye
In the warmth of a long afternoon
The summer of hope and your last goodbye
Light the rain on Causewayside
Sweet the breeze on an Edinburgh sky
If I'd only known when you walked by
That your time was near
In hopes we shared our dreams
Small moments, no great schemes
For all the small things we need and feel
Are tied up here in our field of dreams
Light moves across this world of change
Like glass in a crystal glaze
We come together to find our way
Through the warmth of friendship in our lasting days
Crimson flames tied through my ears, rollin' high and mighty traps
Pounced with fire on flaming roads using ideas as my maps
"We'll meet on edges, soon, " said I, proud 'neath heated brow
Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now
Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth, "rip down all hate, " I screamed
Lies that life is black and white spoke from my skull, I dreamed
Romantic facts of musketeers foundationed deep, somehow
Girls' faces formed the forward path from phony jealousy
To memorizing politics of ancient history
Flung down by corpse evangelists, unthought of, though somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then. I'm younger than that now
A self-ordained professor's tongue too serious to fool
Spouted out that liberty is just equality in school
"Equality, " I spoke the word as if a wedding vow
In a soldier's stance, I aimed my hand at the mongrel dogs who teach
Fearing not that I'd become my enemy in the instant that I preach
My existence led by confusion boats, mutiny from stern to bow
Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking I had something to protect
Good and bad, I define these terms quite clear, no doubt, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then I'm younger than that now
Will you walk with me
Let love be your guide,
be your heart's eyes
See what shadows hide.
We do not hear,
we don't hear the cry of need
And with closed minds,
we just receive.
Will you walk on by?
Along the wrong side of the street.
It could be me,
it could be you my friend
Yes so easily
the strongest tree can bend.
But you are warm,
warmed by loving arms.
Your mind's not torn
by thorns of harm.
Oh sweet success,
see how your money's grown.
And your fine address,
this is no cardboard home.
But do you spare a thought
or do you ever reflect
on how it's bought?
We forget who we reject.
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