Ain't Saint John - Yola

Eyes look out at the Islands
Forth and Bargy surround us
Bring everyone here
Low upon the horizon
Coming over the Islands
A bitter cold wave
We voiced voiceless fricatives
Touched our tongues to our molar teeth and sung
Yola, she couldn't be saved from the bitter cold waves
Drowned her out in the bay
Oh, swept her away
On the crest of a wave
Shh.. Shh...
She in her tidal motion
Swept the stones with her weary tongue
Turned words into sand
Silt in her bubbling boil
Frozen soul in the soil
But her song is like oil
She seeped in through the accent
Touched our tongues with the permanent lament of the waves
Yola, she couldn't be saved from the bitter cold waves
Drowned her out in the bay
Yola, her fragments a drazed oer the bitter old waves
Drowned out in the bay
Oh swept her away
On the crest of a wave

Written by:
John Mac Naeidhe

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