Don, Tell Me Again
Don, tell me again
How to get from Homehill to Ironshore
How to wring sugarcane in hot sunshine
And get new rum.
Don, tell me again
How to swim across the canal,
With hook and line and clothes
And find the ripe naseberry tree
The birds are crying from
Don, tell me again
For I have sat here all evening long
Listening to hear you call
To meet and cluster in the sandbed
As every boy would do
But out of the silence only comes
The waves of the sea
The tides lonely hum
Don, tell me again
Life from birth to death is not vain
That all our passions were not for this
A futile fumble in the head
To rage and wage, and then we are dead
Our only solace the magic of it
The thing we could not understand
The dream like rum in our head
Don, tell me again
That now we are all gone
You feel non pain
And over and over the sea
Like a voice through the willow
Calling me
O, but why should I return
In silence to die
For this could not be the plan
When we were born ... just to die
Then what is living for? Only love,
No bigger purpose, would be a lost
Love must say more at all cost
Don, tell me again
A man's faith in God cannot be vain
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