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"Cemetery Sunday" (Sean Kane) Cemetery Sunday, Cemetery Sunday Blue skies Walking from the church to graveyard I was happy, proud to be by your side I was melancholy, silly, called you jolly Molly You smiled You said "only 24 and gawking at your family's plot of land, like a dead man talking, standing like a hero of the land, da da da" It's true I am a sentimental fool but baby not for Erin I knew you thought but wouldn't say That it was just a mood that I was havin' But I'm no schoolboy raised on Blarney Or touristy whiles I've been bit by subtle humor, I see through seasonal smiles But when I stood upon that relic hill I realized I wouldn't want to go back When I stood upon that relic hill I realized I'd have to go back I went out walking on that last day in Dublin To the water No water did I find But February sunshine on my tears I'd savored evey moment, been aware, and had an eye To my sweet soul's content, no ingrate I But it does not matter when goodbye is still goodbye Goodbye I walked out along that strand, maybe a mile or more Got swallowed up by all that flat land Turn around, small me, and face the shore In a dream or vision that I had I walked out to the hill of Howth Every grain of sand beneath my feet Like all my broken hopes, my broken hopes Let the tide rush in Let it drowned me Let it turn me into Just another lonely ghost Let the Lord of Hosts drown me Let him sink me if He can I'd bellysurf all the way to Blackrock I cannot drown in Dublin I can do no wrong in Ireland I cannot drown in Dublin In Dublin I float (2004) |