From My Window

Eamon Friel/ Dave Duggan Cop. Con

Once upon a time the story goes
In some land of dreams God only knows
Child I see you still
There upon the hill
Happy ever after I suppose

Sun and rain and wind there seemed to be
Always shelter underneath the tree
Jupiter and Mars
Window full of stars
And the child that played and dreamed was me
But the days go round and round like ragged rascals
What was morning soon is afternoon
No more land of make believe but still I’m certain
From my window I can see the moon

Still the sea has lullabies to croon
In the night I hear its simple tune
Where the wind still sings
Like a sweep of strings
From my window I can see the moon

Tell me that the dreams are dead too soon
Tell me that the times are out of tune
Say I’ve lost my way
I can only say
From my window I can see the moon