catherine


Written: 2003
Released: 2003 on 'Fame'



When the frost is in my hair
And the baying hounds of verse abate
When the swallows of my songs
Fly away on careless wings
To the lands of better pay

When my brain is nought but clay
The seams of dreams abandoned in the pit
When my final breath is spilt
When I am cold and blind as salt
And the worming wheels are still

Carry me home carry me back
Through hawthorn winds and cuckoo spit
To where the cliffs chalk the seas
With seagull songs and jackdaw dreams


Carry me home carry me high
Bury my face into the sky
And tell them all I just called by
For you Catherine

When the scar of life is healed
The gape of flesh closed against the day
When I am nought that I have known
When I am thin as watered wine
And lost to time again

Carry me home carry me down
The run rolled hills the giants frown
The bramble blood the earth cut vein
When I am gone take me back again


Carry me home carry me high
Bury my face into the sky
And tell them all I just called by
For you Catherine

Carry me home carry me high
Bury my face into the sky
And tell them all I just called by
For you Catherine
Catherine

© Philip Jeays 2003
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