When the sun sets on the Mersey bank,
And the clouds have gone to sleep,
When the promenade falls quiet and still,
The Mersey fairies peep,

When the tide has left for fairer shores,
And the boats are at their berth,
When the moon shimmers on the silvery bed,
They appear from the ancient earth,

Like fireflies beneath the dock,
They search through fields of mud,
Finding objects to take back home,
Like bottle tops and wood,

They flutter on the river breeze,
They're carried to the wreck,
They stay and play here for a while,
Throwing pebbles from the deck,

Whisping in and out of trees,
And flying up the street,
They stop outside a cottage door,
And wipe their muddy feet,

They creep in through the broken frame,
Into the cottage mill,
The smell of burning coal is strong,
They settle on the sill,

They warm their fragile bodies,
And shake about their wings,
Their comforts interrupted,
By an angelic voice that sings,

Upstairs there is a little girl,
Who combs her locks so long,
They watch with eyes of gold and green,
As she continues with her song,

The sprites see their reflection,
In the looking glass afoot,
They see their muddy faces,
Their clothing full of soot,

They scarper pretty quickly,
And cause a noisy thud,
They whisp and fly there way back home,
There home beneath the mud.

Birds tweet and sing as they hop from branches,
High in the evergreen above the concrete,
Children laugh and squabble on the cobblestones,
The factory bustle lightens and work time nears,
The sound of the siren in the distance,
Somehow brings a sense of comfort to me,
It's 8:45 and the sun is beating down,
Suddenly the noise stops and my heart beats faster,
The ssshhhhh sound of silence fills the air,
It hurts my ears and I hear my blood rushing,
The human traffic has halted, the children are quiet,
No one speaks a word, we just listen,
We listen as we walk to our place of safety,
Our home for the day, maybe longer,
We grabbed what bits we could and,
Settled in our new surroundings,
Then we hear it, that dreaded hum,
It's far away but it's coming here,
I breathe faster, my heart pumps faster,
Fear grips my soul my wholeness,
I panic, I sweat, I'm scared, I am dying,
The hum gets louder and deeper,
Some old lady starts to sing,
An old rebellious song,
It's tainted with fear on her breath,
I pulsate, my whole body pulsates,
The church bells toll,
The hum now becomes a buzz,
It's loud and scary and louder,
It's nearer, they are nearer,
The planes, the bombs, the destruction,
The old lady sings louder, people join her,
Others cry and rock back and forth,
Others comfort each other,
I sit alone, death my only friend now,
They are here,
They are here,
I hear the bombs screech as they fall,
It feels like forever,
Then bang, explosions around us,
Dust falls, walls shake, screams fill the world,
This is war.

For a sister so kind with a caring mind,
I could never repay,
For a heart of gold if truth be told,
I'm lost for words to say,

Your always on call, never let me fall,
You catch me every day,
We talk we walk you hold my hand,
I'm stuck for words to say,

Your incredible, we're inseparable,
As sisters should always be,
We're of four and not one more,
So listen here to me,

I wish for you, your dreams come true,
Today and tomorrow to,
Remember this my younger sis,
I always will love you.

In my dreams,
I walk with you,
I talk with you,
I laugh with you,
But only in my dreams,

In my eyes,
I can see you,
I cry for you,
I'd die for you,
Only in my eyes,  

In my heart,
I ache for you,
I shake for you,
I forsake you,
Only in my heart,

In my life,
There is only you,
Always you,
Forever you,
In my life.

The autumn rain is not the same,
Without you by my side,
The falling leaves and empty trees,
Are pointless now you've died,

The snowy hills brought us such thrills,
But now no footprints tread,
The frozen brook, no second look,
Since you have been dead,

The summer nights and it's delights,
Are cold and dull and grey,
The picnic laughs and photographs,
Like you, gone away,

I await the spring and hope I'll sing,
Our song of love again,
I will not stay another day,
In the autumn rain.

I long for the shade from the old oak tree,
As the sun beats on my brow,
The breeze is gentle yet full of life,
But I don't feel this, somehow,

I remember the first time he brought me here,
On a cold November day,
He said to me, by the old oak tree,
Don't ever go away,

And so a year passed quickly,
And we married after noon,
In the meadow with the old oak tree,
And we danced under the moon,

We had a beautiful loving life,
No children did I bare,
For illness came, it was a shame,
When I lost all my hair,

But he brings me flowers everyday,
And lays down next to me,
He talks and talks, I listen,
Under the shade of the old oak tree,

The view out here is wonderful,
Fields, every colour of green,
The winter snows, by far the best,
That I have ever seen,

He stares at me with loving eyes,
That fill with drops, like rain,
And in his face of weary lines,
I see his heartbreak pain,

I wish I could hold his hand,
And bring him home with me,
But I just wait and long for shade,
Under the old oak tree,

I whisper I'll never leave you,
But he cannot hear or see,
That I am there beside him,
Under the old oak tree.

Have you ever been to Glendalough,
On the Wicklow mountains tour,
Well I suggest you go there,
If you've never been before,

It's beautiful, serene and angelic,
So peaceful with magical air,
You can sense the spirits and history,
Of all who once lived here,

I walked around the glass like lake,
I wandered in its awe,
I felt the presence of many souls,
I had been here before,

I drank the waters from my hand,
I felt it rush through my veins,
I heard the whispers from the trees,
Welcoming me home again,

The settlement and graveyard, still,
No life that carried on,
Except for all the visitors,
Who called in thousands, upon,

But in my heart and eyes so blue,
I knew, I was home again,
I felt secure and welcomed back,
But things where not the same,

No family there to hold me tight,
As they had once, in my dream,
So I left my home, my Glendalough,
And the beauty I had seen,

One day I will return, it's true,
And I will not be alone
I'll walk amongst the stones and trees,
And then, I will be home.