The Sand Dance
Upon this golden beach we’ll dance
Though skies above are grey
We’ll glide as one to autumn’s tune
And waltz along the bay.
And from the room I watched her go
Down broken concrete steps
Beyond her lay the dusty path
Of dried and crusted earth.
Long and narrow, winding,
Around a yellowed garden lawn
Spans a river, vivid blue.
Take Me To Gretna
Give me a horse, a fine young horse,
A charger built for speed
And to Gretna, you and I will ride,
Upon this chestnut steed.
My lass, I’ve loved you summer long,
Though twenty more you’ve lived
And to the wind, my wealth I’ll cast
If your love you’d only give.
The Friendship of an Angel
God once made an angel then clipped the angel’s wings
And now at every twilight, a lonely angel sings
Her song of loss and heartache, of losing her best friend
The one she could rely on, on the one she could depend
But don’t cry my weeping angel, come take a look and see
For the angel who once lost her wings, is now taking care of me.
Shoes upon the concrete stairs echo in the close
The hollow silence broken, in this chamber full of prose
Graffiti sprayed on every turn by the stupid and the dead
The atmosphere so thick and loud as folks sleep in their bed.
The senseless names who feel no shame at writings so obscene
And like the mason’s secret hand, they dare not be seen.
Young Sam he is a Rangers’ fan
From Parkhead Cross, a Glasgow man.
He left his home, down south he’d come
To stay in London town.
At Charing Cross, that’s where we met,
He’s based in Lady Skinner
And off to Fulham he will go,
That’s straight after his dinner.
I wish him well when he moves on
It’s nice to meet Glaswegians.
He’s all wrapped up and set to go,
A lovely man to know.
Me and Paddy Martin
At Yoker High, I caught the train and went to Craigendoran,
I loved to fish there off the beach but it was always pouring
We used to get there at low tide, to search for rags and lugs,
But cos we hadn’t checked the tides, we’d end up looking mugs.
Rods in hand, no bait to fish and soaked right to the skin,
It was up the chippy for a heat and get some food within.
We were hopeless at this game and never caught a salmon
So we’d head home, cold and wet and end up having gammon.
The tenements where lights shine bright
November’s fog can’t hide their fights
The fog will rise then mist will meet
These callous roads, these bloody streets
For silence rules and no-one hears
The cries of pain, they live in fear
They dare not talk, pretend they’re blind
The one who’s dead is not their kind.
He’s not from here, they don’t weep
They’ve seen it all and therefore keep
Their mouths tight shut, all doors are closed
To the bloodied body, at their close.
The sandstone blocks hide all their sins
A million lies are held within
Someone saw who took the knife
And plunged it in, to end a life
But who will talk and who will not
The ones who saw it, just forgot.
The highest town in Scotland is basking in the shade,
Our cabin’s by a woodland, set in a forest glade.
The wild Highland landscape, blue sky and breeze so cool
The rugged tors view lands so raped, up here in Tomintoul.
With no street lights the darkness falls, it seems night started early.
A thousand bats search out their prey, above they circle round
They dart past and skim our heads, with such an eerie sound
But weirder still to city souls, up here in Tomintoul.
Awakened by sweet nature’s light, a trait we will get used to,
The morning mist it drifts along, a sea of greyish blue.
We talk about our trip up here, whilst eating ‘til we’re full
Then drive down by the riverside, up here in Tomintoul.
The grassy banks by waters edge, in places standing high
The river here is not in spate but it’s certainly not dry.
Our quarry here is silver bars and we look out for pools
For they hold fish, quite big we’re told, up here in Tomintoul.
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Faeriedell (A Children's Rhyme) .
Do you believe in Fairies’ thoughts, do you believe in spells?
You see their thoughts wisp through the air, down by Faeriedell,
Look carefully and you will see them, sitting in their trees
Laughing, smiling, telling tales, just doing as they please.
Make your choice and wisely choose, the one that takes your eye
But please beware, you must take care and never tell a lie.
They’re inquisitive, they’ll question you so be honest and be true
And if you do they’ll grant a wish, especially for you.
You’ll see her flying through the air or skim across the pond
Pretty clothes and golden wings flapping way beyond
The tallest tree in the dell resting on its leaves
You’ll see this much and much, much more, if you will just believe.
You see her with her little bag, flitting in the night
Her wings are now, all lit up, and shine the brightest white
You’ll see her sprinkle stardust, the twinkle just like stars
And moonbeams shoot across the dell like rays of silver bars.
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