Letters To Maggie

Oh sweet Maggie

Their heavy boots
fall down

In our quiet Irish
town

Bringing suffering

Don't you fear

For I hear that lone
bell's call

And I know it's time
for all

To raise arms
to  our enemies walls

Don't you forget me,
belle

No don't fare thee
well

I will be back in a
year

Through cannonball
roar as the rain pours down

I sharpen my axe and
walk to the edge of town

This oppression has
lit a flame of hate and fury

But I still think of
my Maggie

It is for her that I
will fight

And I'll die if the
time is right

For God to have me,

but don't fare thee
well

Oh Maggie, one day
this war will end

Then we will be
together again

How I miss the touch
of your skin

My heart longs for
you sadly

It's been two long years of fears and bloodshed and tears. The screams in my ears telling me
they're yelling me to run for the hills. Find a way back to where I lost my
track and finally joyfully  wrap my arms
around you tenderly, and kiss you, belle. Then we can be well.

The stars are out
tonight

Covered in smoke and
blood stained fright

It seems we will
never end this fight

Oh I pray that soon
we will see the light

I think of you there

Singing by the old
oak tree

Picking flowers just
for me

How I wish that I
could be….with you Maggie.