This song is in honor of Bobby Sands and everyone like him. So says the spirit of Richard Lovelace, wherever he may be now-
Bobby Sands fasted to death in this infamous prison in ‘81 I think it was. The brutality of that thing called British Justice is what used to hang ten-year-old children for stealing a loaf of bread. It was such conscienceless behavior that inspired Charles Dickens. Still it kept on into recent times and now these same bloodless monsters sell out their own country to the bankers. Ireland is now rising up against this latest effort to destroy Ireland. I do not believe it has come too late.
We can only hope our anonymous hero found his way home on the wings of the song of that bird on a fine and brilliant morning. The human drive for freedom is what life is all about, and all the struggles of material existence are about proving that very thing.
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I can see your dark eyes smiling
at this moment in my mind
far away across the distance
of the past somewhere behind
I can almost hear you calling
like a bird upon the wind
and your hand by the door
I can see you wave me in
The Earth rolls through the sky
as the days they come and go
I can see it all behind me now
the world I used to know
it has been too long a time
over which I might return
sorrow follows life
this is the lesson I have learned
They've trampled on the flowers
they have drawn a broken line
across the wild heather
that divides your life from mine
my fingers trace your features
on this smooth and ancient stone
they may keep me here forever
but I've never been alone
Tell them I miss them deeply
by the glowing evening flames
and I never have regretted
that I never gave their names
it is hard and hard against
one may hope there is hope yet-
may come and it may not
but I never will forget
The Earth rolls through the sky
as the days they come and go
I can see it all behind me now
the world I used to know
it has been too long a time
over which I might return
sorrow follows life
this is the lesson I have learned
I can see your dark eyes shining
at this moment in my mind
far away across the distance
of the past somewhere behind
I can almost hear you calling
like a bird upon the wing
and your hand by the door
I can see you wave me in
and your hand by the door
I can see you wave me in...
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