Lyrics

First Annual Report (poem read by Sharon)

Written by Gerry Corr

A year on, my love,
A year since we parted,
You to the prayer-wrapped unknown,
Me to a cell called freedom

In your place I have memory,
A stingy usurper
Dispensing crumbs
From the banquet of your table

Like a donkey in Omeath
Kicking my pride
And your laughter
Animating the Mournes

Or champagne Saturday
When we whooped and danced
To new celestial arrivals
On our cherished firmament,

Your light is on dim now, my love,
Yet blinding flashes of you
Startle me awake
From the barren limbo of dreams,

You'll be pleased God is back.
He left when you died.
Went a.w.o.l.
Like He'd been found out
Not having the answers
And permitting instead a soothing indulgence:
Why hast Thou forsaken me

Yet there again, my dear,
I must allow for pre-occupation
With glamorous new arrival,
Introductions all round,
Glasses raised and all that,
Your's a spritzer, my love?

That's about it for now, my dear,
Except to say the blubbering is ceased
And sorrow's sickly syrup of self
Expunged from the menu

Well...in hope and in prayer, that is,

My love