Liam ó Comáin


The Song Of The Driver - Poem by Liam ó Comáin

(after Lorca)

Over ice, down hills,
Blue car, pale moon,
Love is calling me
To a fireside in Derry.

(Chorus)

Oh Derry, Derry, Derry,
My own lovely Derry
The capital of the north
West of Erin.

Sure the journey is long
But the car it is sound
As I drive over hills
And through valleys.

(Chorus)

The journey I know well
For I've covered it before
On my way to the
Oak Grove of Erin.

(Chorus)


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  • Rookie - 184 Points Brian Jani (5/24/2014 6:28:00 AM)

    Fascinating piem here Liam (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Poem Edited: Thursday, November 20, 2008


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