Mohair

Green fields and brown wools and clothes my garden inland
Out there back on the hill is where I like to go
Now I’m told
There’s wolves with teeth behind the brown
And sticks and stones to bring me down
When you were around I never came to tea and
Oh now that you’re not I don’t know how to go
Past your house
Where there’s things still there upon the wall
But there’s not the sight of you at all
If you were here we could go dancing
The lot of us at the back of the bus
Red dresses on down to the river for fun
If you were a bird would you sit outside our window
And watch out at night and keep us safe and warm
We miss you so
Oh reviens reviens ma chernie
How could you leave so easily
If you were a bird you could go flying
And look below
Wave at the folks we know
You forget these things when you’re crying in church
So if you were here I’d take you dancing
The lot of us at the back of the bus
Red dresses on down to the river for fun