As the day crawls out another night crawls in
Time neither moves nor dies. 
It’s the time of day when the lark sings, 
The black of night when the curlew cries.

There’s rain on the wind, the tears of spirits
The clink of key on iron is near, 
A shuttling train passes by on rail, 
There’s more than God for man to fear.

Toward where the evening crow would fly, my thoughts lie, 
And like ships in the night they blindly sail, 
Blown by a thought — that breaks the heart —
Of forty women in Armagh jail.

Oh! and I wish I were with the gentle folk, 
Around a hearthened fire where the fairies dance unseen, 
Away from the black devils of H-Block hell, 
Who torture my heart and haunt my dream.

I would gladly rest where the whin bush grow, 
Beneath the rocks where the linnets sing
In Carnmoney Graveyard ‘neath its hill
Fearing not what the day may bring

POSTED ON BEHALF OF :  Nollaig StPauli Connolly.

Author: seachranaidhe1

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