Irish Songs

This is a song/poem I wrote for my maternal grandfather.

IRISH SONGS

Grandpa used to drink a bit,
And sometimes he’d get drunk,
And when he did he’d sing soft Irish tunes,
Grandma would act mad,
But I’d see her smile as she turned away
And even now today
I see them there,
Grandpa at the kitchen table,
Grandma in her rocking chair.

Oh, time you moved too quickly by,
Taking love and laughter and Irish songs,
And childhood memories of mine,
Oh time, you treated me so wrong.

Grandpa used to drink a bit,
And sometimes he’d get drunk
Then he’d dance an Irish jig,
He said he’d dance at my wedding,
But he died before I married,
As his coffin pallbearers carried,
I sang a soft Irish tune,
Dance the Irish jig,
Oh, grandpa, you died too soon.

Oh, time you moved too quickly by,
Taking love and laughter and Irish songs,
And childhood memories of mine,
Oh time, you treated me so wrong.

Grandpa used to drink a bit,
And sometimes he’d get drunk,
And he’d talk of God and heaven,
I wonder is God sings Irish songs,
With grandpa and do they dance
The jig, is there a chance,
Grandpa and God will share a drink,
And talk of Ireland so green,
It’s just something I like to think.

Oh time, you moved too quickly by,
Taking love and laughter and Irish songs,
And childhood memories of mine,
Oh time, you treated me so wrong.

Grandpa used to drink a bit,
And sometimes he’d get drunk,
And now I miss the Irish songs,
Dancing the jig with him,
Twirling round the kitchen floor,
We didn’t need anything more,
Grandma would smile,
As we danced and sang,
Laughing all the while.

Oh time, you moved too quickly by,
Taking love and laughter and Irish songs,
And childhood memories of mine,
Oh time, you treated me so wrong.