Mickey MacConnell
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Footprints of John B

 

There is nowhere quite so lonely as a silent darkened stage

When the footlights have all dimmed and died and the props are put away

But our town felt just as lonely as May turned into June

When God finally rang the curtain down and called our playwright home.

 

But you cannot kill a rainbow nor turn back the rising sun

Nor undo the works of gifted men even though their day is done

For they always walk beside us when the things they had to say

Are a part of what we were and are and form the centre of our ways

 

Chorus

 

So search for him in Market Street, Pound Lane or in the Square

Or late afternoon in Church Street – sure you’ll likely find him there

Or where the laughing sparkling silvery Feale sweeps westward to the sea

There you’ll follow in the shadow of the footprints of John B.

 

He always seemed to hear a tune that others seldom heard

As he walked through his beloved streets or in the woods of Gurtinard

He would pause and talk to children knowing each and every name

Of their seed and generation and the place from where they came.

 

And the countrymen he wrote about – the corner boys and knaves

Slipped from reality to printed words and then to actors on the stage

And their language that he captured, all the things they had to say

Meant the man who loved his native town never really went away.

 

Chorus

 

So search for him in Market Street, Pound Lane or in the Square

Or rounding Scully’s corner, sure you’ll surely find him there

Or where……..etc

 

All the poets and the writers came to say a last goodbye

As did the actors and the critics, the mighty and the high

As they mingled with the townsfolk on his last sad journey home

Then each and everyone knew well we were parting with our own.

 

But I take comfort from the shadows for shadows mean the sun still shines

To light the clouds above us and the ones that fog our minds

So each time the pen confronts the sword for the likes of you and me

There you’ll find the gentle shadow and the spirit of John B.

 

Chorus

 

So search for him in Market Street, Pound Lane or in the Square

Or somewhere out by Markey’s Bridge, You’ll surely find him there

Or where the……….etc

 

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