Those final words that he was leaving her
filling her with overpowering fear.
Was she dreaming or did she really hear
those final words that he was leaving her,
the reason he might say them was not clear.
Yet lately it had seemed they were so near,
those final words that he was leaving her,
filling her with overpowering fear.
Land’s End indeed, as pounding seas
and craggy cliffs remind us still
of this the seat where Arthur ruled
and Celts held on with stoic will.
Scraped lives from harsh and windy moors,
and fought to fill their nets with fish,
searched for copper, tin and clay,
survive with pride their only wish.
Bound by water on three sides,
village and coast such sights to see,
her people, survive nature’s whim,
heirs to proud, rebellious history.
They’ve much to answer for
It’s easy to say
Yet personal history
Made them that way
Experience moulded them
They weren’t prepared
By some media pundit
Just knowledge shared
Though life threw things at them
They coped best they could
Though some times were bad times
Many were good
Benefit of hindsight
Comes all too late
Living life as it comes
Deciding one’s fate
Think how different things were
Not who’s to blame
But each generation
Keeps saying the same
Let rain and tears fall where they may
A busy world neglects their cry
Those children suffering where they lie
Let rain and tears fall where they may
It is so tragic people say
Then shield their eyes and turn away
Let rain and tears fall where they may
A busy world neglects their cry
no more driving in reverse
won’t look back through any door
old ties or other circumstance
no use to me no more
Nothing stays the same
Our dreams may well not come true
But keep hope alive
Think it must’a
lost some lustre
getting this far….
Think I blew it
before I knew it
so there we are
only gods may breathe
that bright air beyond the stars
mortals are denied
