We Are But Passing Through
History, crumbles, before our eyes And walking past, we wonder not Someday, for all that we are We too, like those who …
History, crumbles, before our eyes And walking past, we wonder not Someday, for all that we are We too, like those who …
Give to me a bawdy and loud lady One who dances, swears and sings Who loves my friends the more for their …
Men, wise and foolish, who look for hope With mankind they despise Pray to Gods and spirits unknown The dwell above in …
Death walks among us. In every town and village in Ireland, in all communities, even the Irish Traveller community in which it …
A video posted by Thomas Carty (@tomjcarty) on Feb 23, 2015 at 5:30pm PST Notes drift to the Dublin night air Soul …
The caress of barbed wire For a while causes pain But keeps the beast in the field So it can remain Where …
Quiet hours passing slowly Day that was young is getting older And a day that was never warm With a growing breeze …
No fingers now draw from it chords That it once formed, each one like words Now only insects and birds Dwell among …
A fool, by dreams, he lives his life And wonders why nothing comes true Little he tries, as his life away he …
The Germans a story tell American natives tell one like it as well Of two wolves that in us dwell In each …
Getting cleaned up to get dirty The lecherous to the uptight Young folk, auld folk, all folk Hoping to score tonight. Getting …
Ah, yes, in times gone by All, it was far better then A time of chivalry and ceremony A time of ladies …
Give to me an angry sea When I am old, not strong like now And at my happiest I will be Should …
Changing places, same seats, A smile greets on boarding, no more the girl from Dunnes – Or that man who worked at …
Unable to understand the anger That seems to emanate From some folk who fight the world Because they are from an estate …
Devoured by flame, hopes and dreams,Not destroyed, no, but delayedAs if an old man died, the library burnedPhoenixlike it will be madeIn …
Sleeping, I, I did not see the dancing sun, That my grandfather claimed each Easter to see, That is what you miss …
Songs sang, bells ringing, Turkey dinners, and more of goose, Hymns and carols, choirs singing, Puddings, drink, presents of little use, All …
It was just another brand Just another cigarette Nothing of which to be proud Or noteworthy, but yet To those who with …