The Greatest Treasure
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I wrote this as a result of listening to an Irishman that had emigrated to the USA many years ago. He was saying that he was dreading the letter that he knew would come one day to tell him that his elderly widowed mother had died. I took it one stage further. The song has a haunting melody but has never been recorded.
Kerry, oh Kerry, when I’m feeling down and blue,
I like to hold a photograph, sit here and think of you,
Your beauty it surely puts the gods to shame,
Kerry, my Kerry in dreams I call your name.
Your mountains in their misty cloaks, edged by the sea,
Will forever remain etched in my memory.
The white foaming surf as it rides to the shore,
I will fondly picture it in my heart for evermore.
So many years ago I left my fortune to find,
The greatest treasure of them all I left there far behind.
The day I left Kerry we both broke down and cried,
And today I’ve just been told my dear old mother’s died.
Home will never be the same with her no longer there,
Silent are the rooms where once laughter filled the air.
Everybody left her after our dear father died,
And I just couldn’t stay there, no matter how I tried.
I always meant to visit her I meant to return,
But I thought too many bridges behind me I did burn.
I’d dreamed of her sweet welcome smile greeting me at the gate,
But now it can never be for I’ve left it just too late.
Kerry, oh Kerry, when I’m feeling down and blue,
I like to hold a photograph, sit here and think of you,
Your beauty it surely puts the gods to shame,
Kerry, my Kerry in dreams I call your name.
Your beauty it surely puts the gods to shame,
Kerry, my Kerry in dreams I call your name.
Copyright © Mavis Jackson | Year Posted 2017
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