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The One I Love Is Gone

I don’t know, I don’t know
Where I’ll go or what I’ll do
It makes no difference
What I’ll do without you

Oh, I love you, my darling
But I’ll try and let you be
Goodbye, it’s the last
You’ll hear of me

Well, I found a bluebird
High on a mountain side
And the little bird
Would sing its little song

So I’ll sigh, I’ll cry
I’d even wanna die
For the one I love is gone

Well, I found a bluebird
High on a mountain side
And the little bird
Would sing its little song

So I’ll sigh, I’ll cry
I’d even wanna die
For the one I love has gone

Tennessee Me

Come, Come Tennessee Me
Tennessee Me waiting here
I’m lonely tonight but feeling alright
Why don’t you come over here?
Why don’t you come over here?

Oh, Oh Tennessee Me
Tennessee Me see me loving you
See me by the fire side light
Come and see me through the night
Tennessee me through the night

If you chose the world to see
Just leave your heart in Tennessee

Plain, Plain Tennessee Me
Living just a mile away
I’m nothing special but I can hold you
If you want to, you can stay
Tennessee Me won’t you stay?

Please, Please Tennessee Me
See me lookin’ in your eyes
Tennessee Me wants to love
Wants to love you all my life
Let me love you all my life

walkin after midnight

Walking After Midnight

I go out walkin’
after midnight,
out in the moonlight
just like we used to do
I’m always walkin’
after midnight searchin’ for you.

I walk for miles,
along the highway,
well that’s just my way,
of sayin I love you.
I’m always walkin’ after midnight
searchin’ for you.

I stop to see a weepin’ willow
cryin’ on his pillow,
maybe he’s cryin’ for me,
and as the skies turn gloomy,
night winds whisper to me,
I’m lonesome as I can be

I go out walkin’ after midnight,
out in the moonlight,
just hopin’ you may be somewhere a walkin’
after midnight searchin’ for me

I stop to see a weepin’ willow
cryin’ on his pillow,
maybe he’s cryin’ for me,
and as the skies turn gloomy,
night winds whisper to me,
I’m lonesome as I can be

I go out walkin’ after midnight,
out in the starlight,
just hopin’ you may be somewhere a walkin’
after midnight searchin’ for me

walking

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Beannacht

On the day when
the weight deadens
on your shoulders
and you stumble,
may the clay dance
to balance you.

And when your eyes
freeze behind
the grey window
and the ghost of loss
gets in to you,
may a flock of colours,
indigo, red, green,
and azure blue
come to awaken in you
a meadow of delight.

When the canvas frays
in the currach of thought
and a stain of ocean
blackens beneath you,
may there come across the waters
a path of yellow moonlight
to bring you safely home.

May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
may the clarity of light be yours,
may the fluency of the ocean be yours,
may the protection of the ancestors be yours.
And so may a slow
wind work these words
of love around you,
an invisible cloak
to mind your life.

John O'Donohue, Echoes of Memory