Irish quak
The trade winds blow anew
What was familiar is now new
Tripping in from the night before
I found peace ,what its me on the floor
I did not have to use my might ,angels
Guided me to the light.
If I suffered I don’t know
I’m just sad for the ones below
I have raised my head so high
Please wipe the tear from your eye’s
Feeling bad has no class shout with cheer
And raise a glass
For I’m in a better place
Its all of you who have to live with the human race
I have my rye with saint peter
Be happy for me nothing could be neater!
Scott baker
