09/06/2021
‘Golden, golden, golden river run
To the East then drop beneath the sun
And as the moon lies low and overhead
We're lost
Burn slow, burning up the back wall
Long roads, where the city meets the sky
Most days, most days stay the sole same
Please stay, for this fear it will not die
If I had a boat, I would sail to you
Hold you in my arms, ask you to be true
Once I had a dream, it died long before
Now I'm pointed north, hoping for the shore
Down low, down amongst the thorn rows
Weeds grow, through the lilies and the vine
Birds play, try to find their own way
Soft clay, on your feet and under mine
If I had a boat, I would sail to you
Hold you in my arms, ask you to be true
Once I had a dream, it died long before
Now I'm pointed north, hoping for the shore’
James Vincent McMorrow
‘Golden light on Lough Erne’
Watercolour
Wishing the best of luck for the first Irish live gig at the Iveagh Gardens and hope the lucky audience members have a great and safe one, live music, you have been missed 💚
