The Fairy Woman

Who is She
She is The Fairy Woman
She says my name
She speaks with her eyes
She sees my soul
Naked

She calls to me away away
My mind she weaves with spells
I am caught
And unresisting
Enchanted

I know her now
She is mine. I am hers
The Fairy Woman of Donegal
She makes the snow swirl
She makes the sun sing
She knows me
She knows me well

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The Smith

What is this magic you do?
Taming the fire
Bending the earth
Making beauty from brute strength
Giving death a sharp edge
Creating in your mind and fire
Tools and everydays that
Humblefolk might live in peace
Making death and making life
With the same hammerblows
Are you a god or a man
Or the spirit of earth and fire
That men fear and love you, Smith

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It Was a Good Day

The Anniversary Hand

It was a good day
Everyday
It was a great time
All the time
Since I met you

It was a great life
Full of life
It was good together
Altogether
Just we two, plus two

And though it wasn’t perfect
Some might say
We think it’s good together
Day to day
This family way

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It's Better With The Good Eye

Nostalgia isn’t what it used to be,
Looking back at oh so far away.
Memory’s just another way to see.

A place to go on holiday for free,
Forty years ago if it’s a day.
Nostalgia isn’t what it used to be.

And was that other person really me,
What changed, why could I not stay?
Memory’s just another way to see

The way things were around us then when we
Thought all our dreams were surely on their way.
Nostalgia isn’t what it used to be,

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Artificial Paradise

It’s an Artificial Paradise
Here in the Vale Da Plenty

Security keeps the peasants out
Unless there’s bins to empty
And shirts to iron
Beds to change
Floors to sweep on Wednesday

They’ve a Portuguese lady does each week
They think her name’s Miranda
But they’re not sure
They’re always out
At the clubhouse bar veranda

Ferdinando cuts their grass
And trims their Bougainvillaea
If he trimmed for them
In Tunbridge Wells

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