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Lyrics composed by John
Henderson on the 3rd of December, 2009,
to the traditional Irish song, 'The
Mountains Of Mourne'.
When
'Sunlight' and 'Moonlight' met up on a hill,
Sneering 'Sunlight' told 'Moonlight',
"You're dreary and chill,
With your gloomy outlook you're just a dull
bore;
So begone or
I'll scorch you with fire from my core.
I rev up each morning, then shine bright
all day,
From my
throne deep in space I rule all I survey;
As I climb the sky's heights so my beams
hotter get,
But by
night-fall I'm well charged before I must set.
..... Then you bring
your shimm'ring and shiv'ring nearby,
Looking somewhat grotesque as you drift
through the sky;
Without light and warming you're not of much use;
Worse you suck the seas both ways, you
parasite sluice!"
Said 'Moonlight' to 'Sunlight', "It's true you shine bright,
But in all your abuse, you are clearly not
right;
For my
service is diff'rent as Earth needs its rest;
Satellite that I am I can fill such needs
best.
I comfort the mountains with silvery
clothes,
And such
spill out quite gently where each river flows;
Things rural or urban and oceans I tend,
While you're circling afar in this world
without end."
No
more jealous chat did I hear from these two;
But I'm really quite certain they'll argue
anew,
And was
thinking, though without such power as them,
We too could be more use before saying
amen!
Yes moons will clad mountains with silvery
clothes,
And these
will spill out gently where each river flows;
To cottage or city and wide seas moons go,
While suns circle afar in more worlds full
of woe."
I hope
jealous talk like we've heard from these two;
Will not come o'er the airways as I heard
it do,
And I'm
praying, though without such power as them,
We'll too be of more use before saying
amen!
And I'm praying, though without such power
as them,
We'll too
be of more use before saying amen! |
