We were born into a tribal space,

A cotton damp and smoky place,

And love smiled upon our struggling cries,

Harsh cold brought warm tears to eyes

 

Parents they were hard and kind,

Said life was an uphill grind,

So take whatever love you find

 

So we held each other by the hand,

As Beltane night on Lamas Lands,

We jumped the fire and you became my wife,

All those young promises for life

 

Hearts and flowers didn’t pay,

For food on table every day,

So love grew in another way

 

A pink child born and then we realise,

A greater purpose bigger prize,

Sometimes it seemed to us that love had gone,

But it just quietly carried on

 

Now I recall and in thought I freeze

At the breast that bore that dark disease,

And left me weeping on my knees

 

The years we spent are fading so it seems,

Then I see you smiling in my dreams,

So I gently doze and I am taken there,

Then I run your fingers through my hair

 

That time again approaches soon,

As sure as the sun and moon,

The warm rain will come at the end of June