A quarter past the top of the hour
A lonely bar, just you and i
The old year just a memory
An old man plays a familiar tune
Just for you and i
And others who would listen
A green smoke hang low
Through the smoke siloquets moving slow
Danny the barman says, hello
A quarter to three the bar seems empty
Just you and me and a broken down piano man
Playing, 'Oh Danny Boy'.
We start to weep for fallen men
In a war far away
In a land devoid of flowers
And their sweet bouquet

December 2008

Allan James Saywell

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