Diarmuid Cahill - Buried Bones

My mind bent on remembering, I lay awake
The scent of palm and barley shake
Soldier boys in a field of dreams
Starry bright on this wave machine

Days turning sod, we were fancy free
Breaking loose climbing apple trees
A rebel gang with rebel shoes
We revelled in our time to choose

How it takes me back to the times that we had

I tore my skin up in Castle Freke
The first scar of battle deep
There I spilt blood for the first time
A taste of Life, it's salty brine

Then down the hill to the longest strand
We'd life sown up, oh wasn't it grand
Sparkling sands, grey and black
Oh my Lord, how it takes me back

How it takes me back to the times that we had

Like buried bones in your Soul, they come rollin' back to you

A picnic on lush green grass
A youthful yearning, naive and brash
A Mother's calm on an old tartan rug
It takes me back to those times we dug

The Galley's head on a turned down bed
Breathing words and memories said
It's burning eyes shining right through me
As we sat there staring out to Sea

How it takes me back to the times that we had

Like buried bones in your Soul, they come rollin' back to you
Like buried bones in your Soul, they come rollin' back to you
Like buried bones in your Soul, they come rollin' back to you

How it takes me back

Written by:
Diarmuid Cahill

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