Into Thy Hands

On a height above the road

With views out to the sea

My grandmother’s resting place

Seems right seems right to me


My grandfather in an older spot

Lies buried in Kiltane

Where Owenmore flows quietly by

To the sea to the sea again


My mammy near Croagh Patrick

Where waters of Clew Bay

In come gently rolling

At peace at peace they say


My father with his ain folk

Out by Tyldesley town

A quiet spoken gentle man

It’s him It’s him I own


And Margaret dear Margaret

Beloved wife of mine

On a hillside stunning view

Yes yes the Highland Line


The sadness of a burial

Will settle like the soil

And brighter days will come again

The Lord the Lord its foil


Brian Fahy

12 October 2022

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