Touch the Blind Man
Take my fiddle, take my bow
Use the gift to play them so;
Music spirit guard my son
Born of shadows—blind to some.
This fairy child, this fiddler boy
This music man of my gypsy kind.
God of trad protect his flame
And those who fall beneath his fame.
Beware gold bigots, pissy thorns
Rogues of nothing who cover all.
Distant peace hails in time
Future waiting, cradling mine.
Gifted nomad touching worlds,
This special man wrapped in curls
Sell your credits, lost your soul.
Touch the blind man
He’ll take you home.
Take my fiddle, take my bow
Use the gift to play them so.
Twist the keys and free my soul
And dark Rosaleen to wash us all.
—Finbar Furey, February 2008
Another Time
Slow days have passed us by
Foolish hearts how cruel to watch love die
Was it lies or just some stupid pride
When you were another woman
And I was another man
When life with so much love
Once filled another time
Staring out to empty space
Growing colder as the years increase
Getting old enough just not to cry
When you were another woman
And I was another man
Before the curtain closed
Forever on another time
The good times now rest in peace
With all the conversations one believed
It seems so long ago since we laughed or cried
When you were another woman
And I was another man
With all the dreams love promised
In our time.
—Finbar Furey
