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1. heaven paints her holy mantle blue | 2. along the road | 3. the victory of forgiveness | 4. the queen of summer | 5. eyes full of flight | 6. as deep as the ocean | 7. standing in doorways | 8. between morning and the moon | 9. swallow sing a song | 10. i watched the sun | 11. princess please | 12. the lark of mayfield | 13. bean dubh an ghleanna


1. HEAVEN PAINTS HER HOLY MANTLE BLUE.

My eyes drink from a country cup, sip it slowly , drink it up,
yellow , crimson, white and green , all the colours in between
,spattered lemon ,purple too ,

Heaven paints her holy mantle blue….

My ears lap up a country song , birds in ditches sing along , harmony of life’s good reason , regardless of the time or season , robin, gold-crest, thrush and blackbird , know the tune and all the words,

Heaven holds the sweetest notes they’ll sing ….

My soul reads from a country book , lines are fields all season-long ,ditches , river, road and brook, everywhere Creation’s song,
Morning , evening , dark or bright , Heaven sends a candle light,

Heaven sends a little candle light …

©Ger Wolfe 2003.

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2. ALONG THE ROAD.

Along the road , stop , look at the birds, taking the notes out of the dark of the night sky ,silently stare , don’t even count the colours they wear, just be contented , admire their flight……
they fly so high , they fly so true , taking the melodies out of your head.

And in your tear-fall ,sorrow and loss, dwindling Hopes bitterly stand in the Winter garden alone , look at the clouds , blowing away , just be contented , admire their flight …..
They fly so far , they fly so near , taking the memory of your bad dream.

Open your eyes wide , smile in a laugh, rivetting hope , on to the back of your Soul-bus , roll down the road , heedless of loss, heedless of doubt, just be contented , admire their light…..
They shine so bright , they shine so clear , they are the colours wrapped up in your heart,, They shine so bright , they shine so true , they are the colours wrapped around your heart.

©Ger Wolfe 2003.

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3. THE VICTORY OF FORGIVENESS .

I want to run the race , gain the victory of forgiveness , don’t want to bury my head in a pillow of shame , under the shade of the blackthorn tree , Oh my Lord , help me carry the weight and run .

I want to shout for Joy , run the victory of forgiveness , don’t want to carry no flag to the pillar of hate , into the doom and the fading light ,

I’d love to see proclaimed the victory of forgiveness ,, don’t want to help weave a cloth of the briar and thorn , to cover the children of laughter and song ,, oh ……

I want to greet the Lord in the victory of forgiveness , sharing the day with the giver of Life, holding the book in the fullness of light , to laugh and cry in a garden of birds , all found and born in the light of His loveOh my Lord , help me carry the weight and run ,help me carry the weight .

©Ger Wolfe 2003.

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4. THE QUEEN OF SUMMER .

In the river fields , you dance the Summer over.
In a crazy dance , you court your crazy lover,
Ye will twine and fall , the fall of no tomorrow ,
Walk the stony wall , the sun and crown of sorrow .
In her golden hair , she is the queen of Summer .


When confetti falls , the leaves are dancing after ,
And the swallows call , the bells in sweetest laughter ,
In a rolling wave , you sail along the river,
You are free to save , your share of Winter silver,
On the frosted road ,you are the king of Winter.

One more seasons sun ,will turn the Winter over ,
One more season’s sun , will bring the Spring and cover,
All the fields in green, the colours falling-singing,
And with hands unseen , God sets the world a-ringing
In her silent womb, she holds the child of Summer .
On her silent lips , she bears the song of Summer ,
she is the Queen of Summer.

©GerWolfe 2003.

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5. EYES FULL OF FLIGHT.

Eyes full of flight , when he saw doves , winged from the earthg , and soaring still. In Heaven blue and velvet clouds , beyond the sky , the angel’s song.
His heart was light as pulsing flight , His love burned in Baptism bright.

Song in his head , no river-cold- wave and the dance , sang dream to him.
Stream to the end , sail clear and still , silent and word , the spirit sent.

The Blessed Now , enshrined and blest, the gift enclosed within each one ,Un-altered peace , and wholly truth , to give all wings , and flight of doves.

His heart was light as pulsing flight , his Love burned in Baptism bright

©GerWolfe 2003.

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6.AS DEEP AS THE OCEAN.

You roll as deep, as deep as the ocean. And you smell as sweet , oh flower of devotion…..da da diddly-aa.
Oh eyes of light , gentle and searching , a road of promise , winding and leading…..
On wings of Peace , graceful and soaring , your’e at your ease though the mountains are roaring …..doo-wop, doo-wop, doo-wop , da da diddly-aa.
Oh endless stream , each drop a Blessing , a tiny seed , sown in it’s season ,
Doo-wop da da diddly-ah.

©Ger Wolfe 2003.

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7.STANDING IN DOORWAYS.

Look in your pockets and count what you’ve lost ,
Grey skies and pebbles and shadows and moss,
You got standing in doorways with nothing to sing ,
Petalled and jewelled and two broken wings ,

Lie down , close each tired eye down , close each burning eye down.

Thunder is scaring the birds off the trees ,
Driving wings skyward ,adrift now and free,
The sun in your hair is the colour of song ,
We will have music and laughter again,

Lie down , close each tired eye down , close each burning eye down.

Look in your pockets and see what you’ve found,
Silence and sorrow and laughter and sound ,
Sitting by windows in morning and light,
Emptiness , aching , desire and flight ,

Lie down , close each tired eye down , close each burning eye down.

©Ger Wolfe 2003.

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8. BETWEEN MORNING AND THE MOON.

Between dawning and the moon I have seen the roses bloom ,
I have heard the blackbird fly and embrace the morning sky.
And all his heart is in my blood , when May comes springing green a flood , into the garden of despair , with holy blossoms in her hair.

After all the days are done , smiles the pulse that shares the sun ,
grins the weakness of your hand , to plough all your stoney land.
A single pulse is in my blood ,when Summer shines sky-high above ,
Into the garden of Belief , the dark descending with the thief.

While the root becomes a bud , and the flower dies a seed,
Where the grain has held a spark , and the Lord beholds your dark.
Oh all his love is in my blood , when love comes shining white, a dove ,into the river in your soul , with all creation he beholds , a spark,
a spark.

©Ger Wolfe 2003.

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9. SWALLOW SING A SONG.

My apple –pockets packed are full of chocolate stars and penny bars,
my dream in locket dreamt for you , stored up in bottle ,pot and jar.
Swallow sing a song before you fly , and take my love a note across the sky,swallow sing a song before you go ,and leave a note on her on her window.

My hands are numb with nettle teeth , I climb the ditch and wall for you , and lay the apples at your feet ,as trees adore October blue.
Swallow sing a song before you fly

©Ger Wolfe 2003.

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10. I WATCHED THE SUN.

I watched the sun change it’s new shoes from orange to singing blue,
And hoped my heart would always sing , child-bright and out of tune
And every note just fall and go , and float out to the sea ,
And salty as the Summer’s breeze would not come back to me , would not come back to me .

Love , love , love , love , love .

I’m told the Sun shines in the East , round as a golden spoon ,
And through yopur hands the sand would run , soft, fine and silken-spooled , around your feet the tide would turn , the flower and the sparrow’s loom , and sheltered by the Autumn’s hand , would not fade out too soon , would not fade out too soon.

Love , love , love , love , love .
Now if the stars and rocks collide , and crash into the sea
And Winter burns adrift on earth and bleaches all the green ,
The broken silver-bottled sun will quench and drift away ,
But the spark of love that built from nought will surely not decay , will surely not decay.

Love , love , love , love , love .

©Ger Wolfe 2003.

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11 PRINCESS PLEASE.

Princess please put on your coat and burn your incense sweet ,send your word around the town that all your court will meet.

Flowers and apples beautiful, there’s music in your heart again, your heart again…..

Princess please put on your cloak and sing a morning song. Your palace is a simple boat to sail the childhood long, trees and rivers furious , are calling us and curious, trees and mountains glorious , are calling us , and curious ,so curious.

Princess please put on your shoes and see the world outside ,up and down the rolling road and view the turning tide ,
seasons raining Majesty, take your word , solemnly , solemnly
Seasons reigning majesty , Truth will be , true to thee, true to thee.

©Ger Wolfe 2003.

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12. THE LARK OF MAYFIELD

You are the lark of Mayfield , thundelling down the hill. You are the lark of Mayfield , I can remember you still ,you sang _…………..
… “Yellow moon , don’t turn me around, yellow moon , I’m lost in the sound , of your falling tower of dark , send an island- following spark , spark.”

You are the star of Munster , flying your dream away.
You are the stone-lapped water , gliding the early day….you sang ………”yellow moon , don’t turn me around , yellow moon I’m lost in the sound , of your falling tower of song , yellow moon , don’t string me along , along.”

You are the Flower of Ireland , out on the drifted wave , you are the Blood of Éireann ,spilled in an empty cave……………..

Won’t you sing , “yellow moon , I’m turning around , yellow moon ,in homeland surround , bog and lichen , heather and stone ,river water , carry us home , home .

© Ger Wolfe 2003.

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13.BEAN DUBH AN GHLEANNA

Tá bó 'gam ar an sliabh agus táim le seal 'na diadh,ó chailleas-sa mo chiall le nóchar.Á seoladh soir is siar, ins gach áit a ngabhann an ghrian,ó mhaidin go mbuíonn tráthnóna.
Nuair a fhéachaim féin anonn ins gach áit a mbíonn mo rún,ritheann óm' shúíl sruth deora,is a Rí ghil na gcumhacht, go bhfóire tú mo chúis ,mar 'sí bean dubh ón ngleann do bhreoigh mé.

Bean dubh a'ghleanna,an bhean dubh dob fhearra , an bhean dubh ba dheise gáire,'s a píb mar an eala ,'s a ghruaig mar an sneachta,is a com seang singil álainn. Níl ógánach cailce ó Bhaile Átha Cliath go Gaillimh,Ná as súid go Tuam Uí Mheara,ná go bhfuil ag triall 's ag tarraingt,ar eacha donna deasa, ag tnúth leis an mbean dubh álainn.
An té a chífeadh mo theach,'s gan de dhíon air ach seasc,'na shuí amuigh ó thaobh an bhóthair, nuair a éiríonn suas an bheach ,chun dhéineann a nead, le teas is le ghrian an tsamhraidh, Nuair a aosaíonn suas an tslat
Ní fhanann uirti aon mheas, ach ag tnúth leis an mbrainse is óige,'s mo chailín plúrach deas , 'd'éalaigh uaim le spreas , mo chúig céad slán go deo leat..

© Ger Wolfe 2003.

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