Michael Songtext
von Johnny McEvoy
Michael Songtext
The curlew stood silent and unseen in the long damp grass
And he looked down on the road below him
That wound its way through Béal na Bláth
And he heard the young men shouting and cursing
Running backwards and forwards
Dodging and weaving and ducking the bullets
That rained down on them from the hillside opposite
Just as quickly as it started the firing stopped
And a terrible silence hung over the valley
A lone figure lay on the roadside in the drizzling August rain
Dressed in green greatcoat, leggings and brown hobnail boots
That would never again set the sparks
Flying from the kitchen flagstones
As he danced his way through a half set
A hurried whispered act of contrition and the firing breaks out again
The curlew takes to flight
And as he flies out over the empty sad fields of West Cork
With his lonesome call he must tell the world
That the big fellow has fallen and that Michael is gone
On a far off August day
Cold young men in ambush lay
On a roadside by a hill where flowers grow
So much hate for one so young
Who was right and who was wrong?
Though a thousand years may pass we′ll never know
Candles dripping blood
They placed beside your shoulders
Rosary beads like teardrops on your fingers
Friends and comrades standing by
In their grief they wonder why
Michael, in their hour of need you had to go
And when evening twilight came
Gently fell the autumn rain
Oh but you lay still and silent on the ground
As we hung our heads in prayer
In our sorrow and despair
We wondered was it friend or foe who shot you down
Candles dripping blood
They placed beside your shoulders
Rosary beads like teardrops on your fingers
Friends and comrades standing by
In their grief they wonder why
Michael, in their hour of need you had to go
Now the flame that you held high
When you called out to the sky
To end this senseless killing and this shame
Has now passed to other hands
And is carried through the land
By some not fit to even speak your name
Candles dripping blood
They placed beside your shoulders
Rosary beads like teardrops on your fingers
Friends and comrades standing by
In their grief they wonder why
Michael, in their hour of need you had to go
Michael, in their hour of need why did you go?
And he looked down on the road below him
That wound its way through Béal na Bláth
And he heard the young men shouting and cursing
Running backwards and forwards
Dodging and weaving and ducking the bullets
That rained down on them from the hillside opposite
Just as quickly as it started the firing stopped
And a terrible silence hung over the valley
A lone figure lay on the roadside in the drizzling August rain
Dressed in green greatcoat, leggings and brown hobnail boots
That would never again set the sparks
Flying from the kitchen flagstones
As he danced his way through a half set
A hurried whispered act of contrition and the firing breaks out again
The curlew takes to flight
And as he flies out over the empty sad fields of West Cork
With his lonesome call he must tell the world
That the big fellow has fallen and that Michael is gone
On a far off August day
Cold young men in ambush lay
On a roadside by a hill where flowers grow
So much hate for one so young
Who was right and who was wrong?
Though a thousand years may pass we′ll never know
Candles dripping blood
They placed beside your shoulders
Rosary beads like teardrops on your fingers
Friends and comrades standing by
In their grief they wonder why
Michael, in their hour of need you had to go
And when evening twilight came
Gently fell the autumn rain
Oh but you lay still and silent on the ground
As we hung our heads in prayer
In our sorrow and despair
We wondered was it friend or foe who shot you down
Candles dripping blood
They placed beside your shoulders
Rosary beads like teardrops on your fingers
Friends and comrades standing by
In their grief they wonder why
Michael, in their hour of need you had to go
Now the flame that you held high
When you called out to the sky
To end this senseless killing and this shame
Has now passed to other hands
And is carried through the land
By some not fit to even speak your name
Candles dripping blood
They placed beside your shoulders
Rosary beads like teardrops on your fingers
Friends and comrades standing by
In their grief they wonder why
Michael, in their hour of need you had to go
Michael, in their hour of need why did you go?
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