I wrote an Irish folk song last night.
But I have to admit it was mainly just a melody I heard in my dream. I woke up with the tune still echoing in my head.
I wish I could live in a small Irish village for a while, so I could share my song in the local pub.
I think American bars should do away with stereos and live music, so a bunch of jolly drunks would have to improvise the music (I'm sort of kidding, but sort of not).
Here are the lyrics.
I keep on thinking you were the last one I loved
My prides's a sunken ship
There are those who pass on, and lovers make new
The firelight reminds my heart
But an echoing chime in the back of my mind
searches the skies for truth
The people hold hands as they sway like the tide
singing 'you were the last one I loved'
-Ben
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