(The old triangle)
One Monday morning, the sun was shining
As the tears came welling up into my eyes
And I thought I heard you as you read your poems
Or told a tale that ran its rambling way
And the gulls of Galway cry
And here the magpies fill the sky with singing/longing
If you could fly north once more to Ireland
Across to Galway and to Mullingar
And if we could be there to share it with you
For one last communion with your rich deep past
But the time has come now and the night is fallen
There’ll be no more flying now to distant lands
And we are left here in silence aching
To face our sorrow and to clasp each others hands
No more the yarns that traipse and wander
Across your green hills and through the years
No more the songs around your table
Now only eyes that blur with tears
The air gets cool now and the clouds are forming
The hills are brushed by a grand soft day
Oh that we could see you, with your dogs, returning
To set the fire and sit down and stay
But now we must hold you, in our memory
And let our stories all bring you alive
And you will be here, as we remember
How we shared the mystery of our dance through time
And those you’ve left here with
Oh there is no reason
And I thought I heard then, the gulls of Galway
Their mournful screeching out across the bay
And I thought I heard then, the gulls of Galway
Their mournful screeching out across the bay
Oh when I first met him how we talked of Ireland
And the stories there from the ancient times
And he talked about them, the gulls of Galway
And how they swept all around to gather up the time/that glassy brine
Atlantic
So we must share our stories to keep him here beside us
And we must sing out joyous though our voices clang
songs to
of his search for
bob's songs 