The Song Is Forever

Eamon Friel Cop. Con.

Here’s a little band of blossoms dancing on a ditch
But it’s autumn aren’t you past your prime?
Red and purple trumpets and a yellow clarinet
Your September song is out of time

They’ve little combo going blowing in the breeze
Something swinging – sing sing sing along
And the final chorus and it’s everybody in
Winter’s coming winter has no song

And the wild flowers laughed here’s what they said
The song is forever the music’s not dead
And the wild flowers whirled I was entranced
The song is forever and the wild flowers danced

So I leave them here to wither in October wind
Stragglers of a summer that is gone
They don’t seem to notice that they’re on a sinking ship
On the deck the dance band’s playing on