At first I would have nothing
to do with him.
He waited outside my
small flat everyday
Soaked to the skin
in the November rains.
I asked him to go away
But he flashed his
beautiful Irish smile.
And said no
not until you go out with me.
I will wait here forever.
I thought a few more days
He will leave.
But that night I heard
a commotion outside.
He had a group
of Irish musicians
And was
serenading me with
I'll take you home again Kathleen
And
When Irish eyes are smiling.
I don't know when
I fell in love with him.
It might of been then.
All I know it was long ago
And they were
the happiest days of my life.
He sang to me everyday
And called me
his American Colleen.
He always
made me feel so beautiful.
I have lost my smiling
Irish singer now.
When the sickness came
He just smiled
and say it was a bit of a cold
But I knew ...I knew….
Now on cold November nights.
When the Seattle rain is endless.
I look at the
bloom of the old lamppost
Outside my flat window.
Where he waited
and sang for me?
And in my head
I can hear his sweet Irish brogue
Singing so sweetly his soft celtic voice.
*I’ll take you home again Kathleen
To where you heart will feel no pain*
Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 1:34 PM UTC
At first I would have nothing
to do with him.
He waited outside my
small flat everyday
Soaked to the skin
in the November rains.
I asked him to go away
But he flashed his
beautiful Irish smile.
And said no
not until you go out with me.
I will wait here forever.
I thought a few more days
He will leave.
But that night I heard
a commotion outside.
He had a group
of Irish musicians
And was
serenading me with
I'll take you home again Kathleen
And
When Irish eyes are smiling.
I don't know when
I fell in love with him.
It might of been then.
All I know it was long ago
And they were
the happiest days of my life.
He sang to me everyday
And called me
his American Colleen.
He always
made me feel so beautiful.
I have lost my smiling
Irish singer now.
When the sickness came
He just smiled
and say it was a bit of a cold
But I knew ...I knew….
Now on cold November nights.
When the Seattle rain is endless.
I look at the
bloom of the old lamppost
Outside my flat window.
Where he waited
and sang for me?
And in my head
I can hear his sweet Irish brogue
Singing so sweetly his soft celtic voice.
*I’ll take you home again Kathleen
To where you heart will feel no pain*
Just me being unashamedly romantic again
Smiles
Jude