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Beneath A Diamond Sky
Submitted by: Billy Little
Author: unknown
A crisp and clear late summers night, my mind is drifting far
Back nearly forty years or so, to the fields of South Armagh
Back to the time when I was young, when life was new, And death was, too
And in my mind, I catch the smells, of new cut grass, and late night dew
Of whispering trees, and whispering grass, and all those sounds of night
The sudden run of unseen hare, the sounds that gave us all a fright
Then on we`d walk, with silken step, between the hedgerows, body`s forced
Avoiding gaps that may be wired, avoiding paths where streams once coursed
Skirting round abandoned farms, with mouldy smells of rotting wood
To venture into unseen ruins would not be wise, would not be good
And slowly, as the night progressed, we made our torturous route
Stopping every now and then, on haunches sat, adjusting straps,
re-hanging kit, tightening up a loosened boot
Until at last we find our way, to our new `home` of many a day
Just fallen stones, where in the past, a wall once stood, but now collapsed
And here we`ll stay, to watch and wait, the `shuftyscope` hums low and green
Watching deep into the night, for distant cars, for men unseen
And as the dawn comes from the East, the pale light bathes the breeze bent grass
The blood drenched fields of South Armagh revealed now to all who pass
And so in age, my head lifts up, a tear of memory fills my eye
And I remember friends who died, so long ago, beneath a diamond sky
Submitted by: Billy Little
Author: unknown
A crisp and clear late summers night, my mind is drifting far
Back nearly forty years or so, to the fields of South Armagh
Back to the time when I was young, when life was new, And death was, too
And in my mind, I catch the smells, of new cut grass, and late night dew
Of whispering trees, and whispering grass, and all those sounds of night
The sudden run of unseen hare, the sounds that gave us all a fright
Then on we`d walk, with silken step, between the hedgerows, body`s forced
Avoiding gaps that may be wired, avoiding paths where streams once coursed
Skirting round abandoned farms, with mouldy smells of rotting wood
To venture into unseen ruins would not be wise, would not be good
And slowly, as the night progressed, we made our torturous route
Stopping every now and then, on haunches sat, adjusting straps,
re-hanging kit, tightening up a loosened boot
Until at last we find our way, to our new `home` of many a day
Just fallen stones, where in the past, a wall once stood, but now collapsed
And here we`ll stay, to watch and wait, the `shuftyscope` hums low and green
Watching deep into the night, for distant cars, for men unseen
And as the dawn comes from the East, the pale light bathes the breeze bent grass
The blood drenched fields of South Armagh revealed now to all who pass
And so in age, my head lifts up, a tear of memory fills my eye
And I remember friends who died, so long ago, beneath a diamond sky
