(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 

Chorus

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

Chorus

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

Chorus

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

Chorus

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

Chorus

Chorus

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