Little Irish Over There
Hey! Have you seen my Little Irish over there?
with long brown hair and a blue eyed stare,
a confident manner and a tatoo on her shoulder.
Believer her is to need her and to need her is to hold her
My banner muddy tattered and she chooses me to save,
floats above my foxhole laughing "cute when you are brave."
And say I'm just a private but she says I am the one
and blows poem bubbles at me as makes the summer of the sun
plays the clock faster as she dragged the edge of night
across the stage of living whispers your soul is now the light
Hey! Have you seen the Little Irish over there
a thousand year smile and shoulder length hair!
I told her of the fish and surf and she said that is the sea
I cannot say precisely such the wave she splashed on me
but I know that she's the night and perhaps she is the moon
I know that once we made the stars and then she left too soon
Hey! Have you seen the Little Irish over there,
smokey voice and gravity a hurricane tear.
River waters whirling by twirling round the spot where I
stand bored upon the wrinkled earth fake living till I die
Empty flesh and bones and there I wait for winter's icy sigh
Just to see the stars more clearly, her constellation in my sky
Trudging through the snow, footsteps falling fog I go
Pulling a wagon of flowers, dried up sweet for her I tow
Hey! Have you seen the Little Irish over there...