(Karan Casey)
POEM
The heron flies in
Long and low
She is like the F
In Sassy’s blues
She lands down
Perfectly
She stands on her
Tall slim legs
On the other side
I try to catch her eye
But she’s not having
Any of it.
She like to be in charge.
SONG
She flies in
Low and alone
She lands down
On the other side
She stands tall
Aloof and grey
She’s loaded down
With her secrets
She sees all
But she doesn’t say
She gathers up the stories
And flies away
I try to keep her here
Oh I use all my charm
She just smiles and says
It’ll be ok
You are going to come through
You are going to have your day
All your wild flowers will grow
In the month of May (x2)
Oh you’re going to wake up one morning
and you’re going to know what to say
and you’re going to know what is best to do
Oh the sun’s going to shine
Life it may be rocky and wild
But you’re going to know what is best to do
Oh well my day has arrived
Now I know what to do, I’ll take it
For I know what is best to do
