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The Story So Far

by Andrew Lawlor

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The women and children of Rafa Are crying but no one can hear No one feels their sorrow and suffering Or the salt of their hard-gotten tears The hopeless young men of Gaza For whom peace is a forgotten dream The unwanted detritus of warfare Swept away by a monstrous regime On a hillside above East Jerusalem On a terrace in mid-morning sun There's a ringside seat with shakshouka Which is guarded by young men with guns As the bulldozers move on the village And raze Arab homes to the ground Despite all the wailing and crying It's a picture without any sound The sacred waters of Jordan Where Jesus was baptised by John Run red with the blood of the fallen And the slaughter it goes on and on The dispossessed children of Nakba Cry for the loss of their land While the world watches on with indifference And their tears disappear in the sand In Washington dark puppet masters Speak from both sides of their tongues While they feed the Zionist monster With rockets and bullets and bombs In a glass tower on the East River Our leaders talk a good game But when all of the talking is over All that's left is our anger and shame
2.
From far away Your home fires burn bright Through our darkest days You shine your light You heal our hearts And you warm our nights Your music rolls Over Grainne’s shore Across the Curlew hills It finds my door It creeps inside And warms my bones Let the home fires burn All around the bay Until we raise a glass On another day Let the home fires burn Keep them burning strong Let the music play While we sing our song Coda’s song Soothes my soul It fills me in And makes me whole I’m water bound But I’m sailing home Let the home fires burn All around the bay Until we raise a glass On another day Let the home fires burn Keep them burning strong Let the music play While we sing our song I’ll settle down And find my place Where the peat fire burns And warms my face And I’ll dream of days In your warm embrace While your tribesmen sleep Westport’s awake Let the home fires burn All around the bay Until we raise a glass On another day Let the home fires burn Keep them burning strong Let the music play While we sing our song
3.
If ever a rose Would grow in my garden If ever a rose Would bloom in the spring It would not be as sweet As my lover's kisses And it would not fulfil me as much As the love that she brings For my love is the one Who captures the essence Of all that it means To live happy and free And I would lay down At the walls of her garden And wait for a lifetime until Her sun shines on me If ever a rose Would grow in my garden If ever a rose Would bloom in the spring It would not be as sweet As my lover's kisses And it would not fulfil me as much As the love that she brings If there's ever a time That my devotion is waning If there's ever a time I don't tend to my love I just think on my rose And I gaze on her beauty And I nourish her petals With soft falling rain from above So if ever a rose Would grow in my garden If ever a rose Would bloom in the spring It would not be as sweet As my lover's kisses And it would not fulfil me as much As the love that she brings
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The autumn winds are blowing in The leaves are coming down I'll sit here in the evening sun Until the moon comes around You visit sometimes when I sleep I feel your spirit in the air The last time that you came to me You had silver in your hair I know that time can be a thief It can steal your life away If you wish upon a fallen star Instead of living day to day I think about the times we've missed The things we never got to share How I never got to be your friend Or see the silver in your hair But, life, they say, must carry on What else is there to do Your grandchildren fill my world And make me often think of you And now that it's been forty years Since you left me in despair I can think of you and smile and laugh And I've got silver in my hair
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I’m coming fast I’m gonna take you down You thought I was gone but I’m still around One of these days You’re gonna realise Just how it felt when you pushed me aside Gonna take you down Gonna have my way I’m coming for you Gonna make you pay When I found you You were nothing but down I picked you up and I turned you around Now you’ve turned on me You bite the hand that feeds You thought you finished me off but you planted a seed Gonna take you down Gonna have my way I’m coming for you Gonna make you pay Now you’re gonna see I’ll be so satisfied You’ll be helpless and weak and your hands will be tied Then I’ll disappear Without a trace But you’ll find a fool to take my place Gonna take you down Gonna have my way I’m coming for you Gonna make you pay
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After I first met you I couldn't sleep or think for days I tried so hard to find you In so many different ways When I finally found you You acted kinda cool You said that it was wrong We were breaking all the rules I've waited for so long Just to hold you tight I know you think I'm wrong But I know the time is right So, take me to your heart And baby treat me right Let me come around Let me spend the night Don't turn me away Away from your door There's a longing in my heart That I can't ignore I've waited for so long Just to hold you tight I know you think I'm wrong But I know the time is right I've waited for so long Just to hold you tight I know you think I'm wrong But I know the time is right And baby it's tonight I know the time is right
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Today you walked away Left only memories behind You’ll stay with me every day In the darkened corners of my mind And I’ll try to carry through I'll take all the blame Though we could have done some more But I’m thinking just the same As you’re walking out my door I should have been there more for you And I wish you well As you walk away But we both can tell There’s no other way Do you recall the time We walked carefree down our track We’d leave our troubles far behind Never looking back I haven’t felt that for a while Now we’ll never sing that song The melody has gone astray And though the road ahead is long We’ll never walk again this way And I’ll miss your smile And I wish you well As you walk away But we both can tell There’s no other way
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Johnny, don’t be going off to war, now Don’t be saying that you want to see the world Won't you stay here with me in your home place Stay here and mind your darling girl Johnny, won't you stay and work the horses To cut your father’s meadow and the corn And we’ll walk across the fields and the hillsides To hear the small birds singing in the morn Maggie, I'm going off to Flanders With the British expeditionary force To join in the defence of small nations To join in the war to end all wars Maggie, I’m sailing with my comrades Such a force of fighting men you've never seen I’ll be back before Christmas turns to new year Before nineteen fourteen turns to fifteen Johnny, you've been gone away for so long, now Nineteen fifteen has long turned to sixteen And the rebels have risen up in Dublin And Brits are shooting men down in the street Johnny, there's talk about the town, now How men like you are traitors to the cause How you should have stayed and fought for your own land And not be fighting some auld dirty foreign war Maggie, you haven't written for so long, now I long to read some words to ease my pain They'll be sending me back home any day, now For I was blown to smithereens at Passchendaele Maggie, I'll no more work the horses To cut my father’s meadow or the corn But I'll still marry you if you'll have me And we can get some labour in to work the farm Ah, Johnny, don’t be trying to be a hero When you could have stayed and fought for your own land I'm so sorry for all that's happened to you But for shame I could never take your hand So, Johnny, I’ll not be waiting for you I married Michael Brady back in June He’s an honourable man, and a patriot And I’m going to have his baby very soon It’s a long, long way to Tipperary It’s a long, long way for to go It’s a long, long way to Tipperary To the sweetest girl that I know
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Rolling down the road Getting far away Far away from your sweet love Further every day I’ve been gone from you so long Travelling all alone I don’t know where I’ll sleep tonight But it sure don’t feel like home It don’t feel like home when I’m far from all your charms How I wish tonight I could be sleeping in your arms Where it feels like home Feels like home Feels like home I said so many things I didn’t need to say I packed my bags and packed my car And I drove away Now I’m sitting here My heart’s just like a stone I don’t know just how it feels But it sure don’t feel like home It don’t feel like home when I’m far from all your charms How I wish tonight I could be sleeping in your arms Where it feels like home Feels like home Feels like home I had to find myself I walked out the door The only truth you’ll ever find Is the one you’re looking for I want to turn this car around And eat up the road Find my way back to your embrace Where I know it feels like home It don’t feel like home when I’m far from all your charms How I wish tonight I could be sleeping in your arms Where it feels like home Feels like home Feels like home
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The midsummer moon shines On the Silent Thatch Inside, all around the bar The instruments keep watch There is no sound of laughter All the conversation’s gone In all the years of history It's never closed this long Now the pipes and flutes are silent And the melodeon’s notes are gone They echo o’er the Shannon’s shore Like the curlew’s lonesome song No fiddler takes the rosined bow And leans into the tune No hand to soft caress the strings As music fills the room No more resounds the bodhrán As it hangs up on the wall The banjo and the mandolin Stand watching over all For decades past the call went out To players near and far To bring their instruments and songs and tunes And play them in the bar Now the old piano Stands silent by the wall All the stools are empty As the evening shadows fall As the little clock strikes midnight And a moonbeam lights its face The ghosts of all the players past Fill the sacred space Now walking through the empty bar As if floating on the air Comes a young and handsome man With a head of golden hair He slowly takes the fiddle down And reaches for the bow Settles down onto a stool And plays a lonesome note Now warming to the tune The music starts to rise Back and forth he draws the bow As tears come to his eyes The plaintive air fills the bar As he softly sings along A keening song of mourning For friends he thought long gone Then silently in through the door That’s locked and bolted tight A little man in an old grey suit Steps in from the night He deftly takes the melodeon down And sits into a chair And soon the Leitrim Lilter Is ringing on the air Throughout the night they all appear These phantoms of The Thatch For years they quietly held their place And kept a silent watch But then the bar fell silent And the tunes that fed their souls Faded into nothingness So, now they make their own A little man perched on a stool Keeps the bodhrán beat A boy who plays the whistle Is sitting at his feet The fiddler has now joined By two or three or four The man who strums the old guitar Is standing by the door The banjo and the mandolin Have joined the phantom band A woman, once from Carrick Town Has taken spoons in hand The uilleann piper centre stage Floating on the air His drone ensures the key is sure As a singer takes the floor She sings a song with all her heart Of times so long ago When people gathered round the fire And music fed their souls Her voice is strong and clear and true As she sings her song When she sings the chorus The phantoms sing along Outside the red sash window The night is quiet and still No sound disturbs the darkness Beyond the flowered sill But a traveller passing on the road Stops and turns around Shaken from his contemplation By a haunted sound He fancies that he hears a tune Come through the little door Floating o’er the Shannon fields Down to the Corry shore As he turns towards the daybreak Rising from the east He strains to hear the haunting air As it fades into the mist As the dawn is rising And sunlight floods the bar The phantoms go from whence they came And fade into the walls But they say that after midnight When the bar is quiet and still If you've got the music in your soul You can hear them playing still

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released October 1, 2022

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Andrew Lawlor WH, Ireland

Singer/Songwriter from Delvin, Co. Westmeath, Ireland.
Writing mostly in a folk tradition with a leaning towards country, with occasional forays into rock.
Recently working on a series of collaborations with the outrageously talented Anna Fisher-Roberts.
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