As I roved out, Westport Bridge Street Nearly twelve years old and my eyes were on my feet I was bang in step to those post-showband ballads And the hotel lobby...

I was talking again at an assembly of friends We were close, we were close, we were close to the end We had a blood connection and other difficulties We don't w...

I was looking through the dormer window At my children's children in the neighbours' garden And knowing then that they would soon discover How slow and abject w...