The Lonesome boatman
In the middle of the sleeping lake
The Lonesome boatman dwells,
Around him rise the bracken hills
The dreamy glens and dells.
The skies are red and rolling
Tinted in the twilight’s velvet hue
The ragged scarecrow peers in relief
To where the crackling crows have flown.
The lonesome boatman doesn’t move
His clothes are old and worn
Oh, lonesome boatman reveal to me why,
Why you look forlorn.
Is it life’s sorrows
Or a forgotten memory that you have found
Or do you listen to the wind
For the boatmen you’ve seen drown?
Oh, lonesome boatman, there’s a gleaming star
High above your head.
The waters glisten in the dusk
Are they tears that you have shed?
Oh, lonesome boatman, the birds are here,
The morning shadows fall.
Oh, friends, why must you be
But a dying shadow on my lonely cell wall.
The Lonesome Boatman by Vol. Bobby Sands (1954 - 1981)
May 5th
ReplyDeleteby F.C.V, Buenos Aires, Argentina
I’ve watched the hours die out today,
Fading out against the sky;
I’ve measured every single step,
More than my mind can count.
The sun has passed into the west,
Drowned in its fiery flame,
And sorrow beats inside my chest,
But the moon will rise again.
Tonight the stars will dare not shine,
For his’ will blind their blaze,
Tonight we’ll walk into the dark
But he will light our way.
A path of shadows leads into my bed,
And silence fills men’s hearts,
Yet we will kneel to floor and pray,
And mourn him as he parts.
The cell is cold and hard tonight,
And sleep will not obscure,
Outside the lights begin to ignite
But the voices still endure.
The window sheds a saddened light,
Today this fifth of May,
We hear them cry against the night,
That Bobby Sands is dead