Tumbling curls of green
By stained glass streaming light
And the yellow coloured lampshades
Used to keep us up all night
And the smile upon your face
And the tears upon your cheek
And the night sky on the window
Your heart calling out to me.
Come running home again, Katie
Come running home again
Cross my heart and hope to die
Shall I cause another tear from your
eye.
The mirror that won't talk
And your nightgown on the door
The old pedal Singer*
Just won't sing no more
You can roll the reel for hours
From the movie of this book
It's a question mark upon this heart
of mine
Cause an elder back to look.
Now I'm looking through a tunnel
Back into the room
With the genius of a druid
The sunlight floods the tomb
And I'm never going back there
And I couldn't anyway
'Cause though I made the great escape
I never got away.
*Singer: a brand of sewing machine
A ballad written by the
Irish song writer and performer Jimmy McCarthy. Other songs of his include Ride
On, The contender, The bright blue rose, Adam at the window and Mystic lipstick.
Probably one of the best Irish songs. It paints a vivid picture of nostalgic
longing and regret.
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