(1974)
Rewitten many times, same message. Author name: JEF ... James Everett Falcon
The Skylight’s Pink. There’s a H… In the mist and the morning shadow… Love and life, like a sculptures k… Has carved a world of sorrows. Grieving Blue, if all you knew
The Shepherd said to the falcon, “Fly little bird.” The falcon said to the Shepherd, “If only I could, by thy word.” “But I have a broken wing
The iron gates screeched, as they… And ghastly shapes found their way… An old hag, dressed in a hooded cl… Cracked her whip and gave orders t… Six ghosts bound in chains, groani…
Crystal Sails on “The Golden Sch… Her rigging laced with silver thre… This ghost ship sails, (All hands… By the ghastly crew, now firmly de… Foggy harbors and misty coves
In the deep-blue chill of morning Along the shallow bays of time Came the Spirit of the Yesterday With its haunting, melancholy, rhy… It flows upon Remembrance Shore
Cast those souls to seas of slumbe… Just past the gates of vacuity, So they may sail a clipper, swift, Beyond horizons to nullity. Nullity holds no love or hate,
The old woman was knitting, seated… The afternoon was warm and the gar… Then she closed her eyes so memori… And her knitting found its way to… Suddenly, a cougar appeared from t…
I stroll along the seaside in my m… And watch the repetitious waves, r… I know their crashing sounds can s… Why?— I don’t know, I don’t know. I watch the graceful gulls cut the…
The whirlwind drifts across the snow like a dancer Stirring up confusion as it twirls The children chase along
In Irish tales Of ships and sails And foggy glens With spirits bright There comes a tale
There is a shadowy figure on the w… On this early Christmas morning And it moves with the stealth of… Darting and dashing, without warni… The mall is closed, it’s too late…
Oh woe is me, I’m a Pine you see And Christmas has come my way. Past years weren’t bad; I was lim… So I was spared, to live another… But last year’s weather was so muc…
Fiddle A. Dee, the hopping flea Hopped right onto the dog. The dog scratched here, The dog scratched there, Then the flea hopped on a Hog.
It was the first hour of morning, On Christmas day, When I heard bells jingle Like those on a sleigh. Then out on the balcony
Well, have you seen this Irish St… The finest stud in all of Kerry? Who furrows field and doesn’t yiel… And never seems to want to tarry. A Clydesdale legend, so he’s call…