These are the lyrics:-
"I don't believe in an interventionist God
But I know Darling, that you do
If I did, I would kneel down and ask him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
If he felt he had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms..."
("Into My Arms", written by Nick Cave)
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My father is an amateur poet, and some of his poems are my favourites too.
Here is one, called "The Swagman's Christmas Eve"
The swagman sat upon a rotten log
Beside a billabong
And he gazed at the flames of his dying fire
And wondered where he'd gone wrong.
It was Christmas Eve and once again
He would spend this Christmas alone
No friends or family to share that day
Just barren fields and stone.
There was no snow to cool the heat
Of the hot Australian day
No beverage for his dry old throat
To take the thirst away.
Black billy tea from a billy can
Made of water not so clear,
Just another Christmas he would spend
Away from those so dear.
Times had been hard those last years past
Each Christmas worse to bear,
He'd lost the drive to carry on
He'd lost the will to care.
A fire at night was his only friend
No dog this swaggie had,
His shiralee was not his swag
But a loneliness so sad.
He knew the pain of loneliness
As Christmas came and went,
Each year got worse for this aged man
Each year was less content.
The yuletide season no meaning had
He's lost that years ago,
He had gone wrong a long time back
Just when, he did not know.
But carols came to him that night
To herald Christmas Day,
They came with the wind through air so pure
And he knew he had to pray.
He heard Noel and Silent Night
Three Wise Men from the East,
And on his knees with head bowed down
There came to him this peace.
His swag he cast to the billabong
Then he headed straight for home,
Christmas Day was just hours away
And he would not be alone.
He'd be with friends and family
Upon that Christmas Day
Blessed were the carols he heard that Eve,
When he got on his knees to pray.
-- written by Bill Ellson --
Dad is pretty shy about his poetry, but sometimes he pulls a really good one out of his soul, and I think this is one of them.
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A Poem Written By Me:
"The Sadness"
Behind my smile and sparkling eyes
The sadness lays so bare.
You probably haven't noticed -
Its not something I usually share.
For I am the mother of darling twin boys
One living, and one stillborn.
Its this that makes me feel so sad
And makes my life so torn.
Torn between the joy of birth
And the agony of death.
Torn between one son's newborn cries,
And another son's stillness of breath.
Wanting to see them walk hand in hand,
The way of other twin boys.
Wanting to hear them scream and yell
As they fight over their toys.
But this shall never be for us,
We only came home with one.
We know how precious it is for us
To be able to hold one of our sons.
But please, when you look at my precious child
Remember this about him -
The truth isn't always plain to see,
But the truth is, he's always a twin.