Sunday, November 5, 2017

Home Shall Remain


How can a father let his children go?
Leave their hands... Let them grow 
What will become of them? He might not know
But he must let them go

How does a father say the words good-bye  
See their eyes... Watch them cry
Not knowing all the simple wheres or why
Quickly the years flew by

What does he do to make them understand 
This is not, as he planned 
He never dreamed that he'd let go their hand 
No longer in command 

Now that they've gone and he is all alone 
Home no longer, feels like home 
Gone with the wind his little birds have flown 
Life's journey now their own

But here in his heart... 
They've no need to fear
As home shall remain... Right here 

Sweet Summer Song


When the leaves fell in autumn, and scattered the ground 
They colored the grass in their reds and their browns 
While the sun still shone brightly, through the chill of the air
The trees standing barren, striped naked and bare 

And the birds sang no more in the silence of day 
They had joined the migration, and flown far away
It was then that i missed them, as something felt wrong 
For what is this life without the sweetest of song? 
What is this life without the sweetest of song?

When the rain began falling from clouds in the sky 
A teardrop of sadness escaped from my eye
I listened... but nothing, was all i could hear
I looked up above but the sky was still clear

The birds sang no more in the silence of day 
They had joined the migration, and flown far away
It was then that i missed them, as something felt wrong 
For what is this life without the sweetest of song? 
What is this life without the sweetest of song? 

The wind came a-calling and whistled out loud 
It blew out the rain and removed every cloud 
But the skies remained empty, there was nothing at all
No orchestra played from the creatures so small

'Fore the birds sang no more in the silence of day 
They had joined the migration, and had flown far away
It was then that i missed them, as something felt wrong 
For what is this life without the sweetest of song? 
What is this life without the sweetest of song? 

Now the winter draws near, with its blanket of cold
Another year ends with another year old 
As i wait for the songs that this heart of mine yearns
I long for the spring when the singing returns 

When the birds sing their songs in the warmth of the day 
Back home from the place, where they flew far away
That time when i missed them, when something felt wrong 
For what is this life without their sweet summer song? 
What is this life without their sweet summer song?

Thursday, November 2, 2017

Fall Apart


I see her fall apart...
But there is nothing i can do to ease her pain
I'm too ashamed that she has come undone by me again 
She smashes everything at hand
She claws the badly painted walls
I want to reach out to her 
And catch her as she falls

But all i do is watch her 
As she screams out something i can't hear
Her words they flow so freely but they somehow disappear 
The shadows they drip everywhere 
I call her name but she's not there 
Her eyes... Just look at me and stare

And then she rushes up to me
I pull her closely to my chest 
Her heart beats heavy next to mine beneath her trembling breast 
She cries upon my shoulder
Like this pain she feels is something new 
And then she catches me 
Before i fall to pieces too 

Tuesday, October 31, 2017

Old Joe


Old Joe pulled the wagon forward
Pots went jangle on its side 
Little children tucked up warmly 
Rocked to sleep upon the ride 
Old Joe's hooves kept steady rhythm 
Through the lonely lanes ahead 
Up above the sunset settled 
Turning sky a shade of red
Old Joe, ever faithful leading
Vardo wheels roll close behind 
Come the morning he can rest 
His harness they will then unbind 
Old Joe free to wander meadows 
Underneath the new days sun
Family safe at destination 
Old Joe's work now done

Wednesday, October 25, 2017

You Are...


Not a day goes by i don't think of you 
I close my eyes... You are in my view 
Your flowing hair and your eyes so bright 
You're my guiding star, my eternal light 
You're the moon, You're the sun, You're the universe 
You're the ocean deep, in which i immerse 
You are heaven itself, as the angels sing 
You're the beat of my heart... You are everything 

Sunday, October 22, 2017

Tales Of Old


Come gather round my children
This campfires burning bright 
I'll tell you of our history 
As smoke turns into night 
It's all about the old days 
When life was fancy free
These tales of old, long in the past 
My father told to me
He would sit beside the fire
With his pipe held in his hand...
And drift away to places seldom seen 
And he'd tell the tales of old
Through the hardships and the cold
And he'd take us to the places he had been 

Back then the roads we travelled 
In caravans and horse 
We'd leave the last place in our tracks
And move with no remorse 
My father lead the way
With his family close behind 
A better place in fields ahead
He had the skills to find
Then he'd sit beside the fire
With his pipe held in his hand...
And drift away to places seldom seen 
And he'd tell the tales of old
Through the hardships and the cold
And he'd take us to the places he had been

When winter snows were falling 
We'd settle through the storm 
My father told me at this time 
Was when his son was born 
And like the troubled winds 
That blew from overhead 
"You'll travel with them endlessly" 
Is what my father said
As he sat beside the fire
With his pipe held in his hand...
Where he'd drift away to places seldom seen 
And he'd tell the tales of old
Through the hardships and the cold
And he'd take us to the places he had been

My mother did the chores 
And my sisters helped her cook 
I helped my father build the camp
Fetched water from the brook
We sat and ate our meals 
By the fire 'most every night
And listened to the tales of old
Beneath the pale moonlight
We would sit beside the fire
Watch the pipe held in his hand...
And drift away to places seldom seen 
As he'd tell the tales of old
Through the hardships and the cold
And he'd take us to the places he had been


One day you'll tell your children
These stories you have heard 
You'll tell them of the gypsy way
As in your fathers word
So get yourselves to bed now
This day is nearly done 
We're on the road come morning 
With the rising of the sun
Let me sit beside the fire 
With my pipe held in my hand... 
And drift away to places seldom seen 
Go dream the tales of old 
There are new ones to be told
When i take you to the places i have been 

Northwards


When i had turned just sixteen 
I headed out alone
I'd come in search of someplace 
Where i could call a home 
I took a night boat ferry 
And i headed over sea
I'd never travelled in my life
But a traveller i would be

The ferry docked in England 
And i stepped upon this land 
With nothing but a suitcase 
And a little hope in hand 
I got on board my first train 
And hurtled 'long the track 
My journey heading northwards 
There was no turning back

I made my way through cities 
Saw buildings standing tall 
I read the many slogans 
On the sides of every wall 
The grey became more greener
And i knew that i was here 
The clouds that journeyed with me 
Seemed to fade then disappear 

Arriving there in Yorkshire 
Where my destination ends 
I soon could rest my weary head 
Amongst my new found friends 
They welcomed me as stranger 
Like folks of Yorkshire do
And showed me all its beauty 
In a land forever true 

And living in the rose was where i'd longed for all along 
A place where i was welcome and a land where i belonged 
My heart would take her in...  Just like an old and faithful friend 
And she will stay right there within me till the end 

I walked the dales many times 
I'd climb the highest hills
As smoke poured from the factories 
And red brick dressed the mills 
I'd marvel at her beauty 
And fall in love with her 
The "home" within my thankful heart 
Is how i would refer 

I grew up in her glory 
She'd comfort me at night 
But inside i felt something deep
A feeling i must right
And with her endless blessing 
She showed me i was free
She'd turned a boy into a man
And all he came to be

Many years had passed by
And i packed my bags to leave 
To my rose i'd say goodbye 
Without her i would grieve 
I headed southwards hurting
To my birthplace i'd return 
But never does a day go by
For her i do not yearn 

And living in the rose was where i'd longed for all along 
A place where i was welcomed and a land where i belonged 
My heart would take her with me.... like an old and faithful friend 
And she will stay right here within me till the end...  
She will stay right here within me till the end