Don't You Have Me Bound For Tír Na Nóg Niamh? Poem by Mark Heathcote

Do you have a cabin for one more dearly departed?
Do you have a holiday brochure?
'I toss and turn, and I cry at night.
Even when it's light here, I find no succour-
Not for my mind, ' Niamh.

Do you have me scheduled for a one-way flight, Niamh?
I'm so fed up feeling like my life is maligned,
Do you have me booked in for a voyage?
I don't care if I have to swim that last nautical mile ashore.
Because I'm happy to leave all my baggage and more. Niamh

Do - do you, do, do you, do, do you forgive?
Will you forgive me for my self-destruction?
'You see, I've been here for far, far, far.
Far too long, financially and morally, I'm bankrupt.
What's the score, Lord? Haven't I earned any air miles?

Don't you have me bound for Tír Na Nóg Niamh, yeah?
On a magical horse that can travel over water
Take me to a place of everlasting youth, beauty,
Health, abundance, and joy
Blue Mountains, green ferns, and ancient burial mounds.

But you see, I'm so old, I need help! Niamh
Bring nÓg that magical horse closer.
Help me into the stirrups. I'm only getting colder.
Do you have a cabin for one more dearly departed?
Do you have me scheduled for a one-way flight? Niamh

On a magical horse who can travel over water, Niamh
Don't you have me bound for Tír Na Nóg Niamh, yeah?
Don't you have me bound for Tír Na Nóg Niamh, yeah?
Niamh, I toss and turn, and now I laugh at night.
Take my succour, sweet Niamh. And damn the light.