A Souls Lament Or Where The Heart Is Poem by mark tallant

O there you go again my loves
We wave across the pond.
To Scarborough fair and maple leaves,
To home you’ve grown so fond.
It’s back to school and back to work.
It’s back to friends and play.
It’s back to dear and loving things
That keeps you far away.

But come ye back my lovelies
When summer fills the moor
And take me to the liffey
To taste the drink once more.
And from Killkenys Nowlan Park
To the streets of Galway bay.
We’ll watch the man with paper lute
Hums tunes to earn his pay.

Oh you’ll be back,
And walk with me,
Along the Royal mile.
And you’ll be back to share with me.
The laughter and the smiles.
And ask me how the ‘ell I’ve bin,
Since last we were at travel inn.


So hurry up my lovelies,
Hurry home to me.
To breathe the air that bred yer.
That place across the sea.
To where your heart is calling,
And your mothers arms are holding.
What times beyond compare we’ll have,
When you are back with me.