Flowers in your vase

 

D Well I brought you flowers D7 in the morning

D And I brought you flowers D7 in the day

D Well I brought you flowers

D7because of their special powers

D I thought that they might D7 make you stay

 

Dm Well I brought you D7 flowers in the evening

D And I brought you D7 flowers in the day

Well I brought you flowers in the nighttime hours

I thought that they might make you stay

 

D Just don’t make me D7 by your powers

A7Just another G dead flower in the D vase

 

 

D My heart is like D7 a ticking clock

D It ticks all day D7 long for you

D And your love is like D7 a ticking bomb

D When it blows D7 I’ll know we’re through

 

D And if you blow me down D7 all day long

D Well there’s no telling D7 what I might do

D Because I know you’re D7 like a ticking bomb

And when you blow, I’ll know that we’re through

 

D Just don’t make me D7 by your powers

A7 another G dead soldier Dm dressed in blue

 

D Well the clock in town keeps winding down

But it still chimes each hour for you

And the sand in the bay keeps slipping away

When it’s gone, I’ll know we’re through

 

D Just don’t make me D7 by your powers

A7 another G7 dead fish in the Dm Brue D7

 

D But the tide keeps washing D7the shore mama

D And I can't see our footprints D7 no more

D And I hope with these flowers 

D7you'll shatter these towers

D They’ll come crashing D7down at your door

 

D Just don’t make me D7 by your powers

A7 another G7dead crow on the Dm floor D7

 

 

D And this day, D7now it is done

D And the sun has D7shone in its way, 

D And my heart is like D7 a ship sailing on

D It's sailing, D7 out into the bay

D And just like the sun 

D7 It is going, going, gone

D gone on its way

 

 

D Just don’t make me D7 by your powers

A7 another G7 dead flower G in your Dm vase

Flowers

 Well I brought you flowers in the morning

And I brought you flowers in the day

Well I brought you flowers

because of their special powers

I thought that they might make you stay

Well I brought you flowers in the evening

And I brought you flowers in the day

Well I brought you flowers

In the night time hours

Because I thought that they might make you stay

My heart is like a clock winding down

It keeps chiming for your love in town

Well time keeps slipping away 

like the sand in the bay

And I keeping trying 

to take your hand to make you stay

But the tide washes the shore

And I can't see our footprints anymore

And I hope with these flowers 

you'll understand that these hours

Are like the love that I pour on you every day

Well the flowers stand wilting in the vase

And the sand washes away in the bay

But in the evening hours

In the evening hours

I keep bringing you flowers

Trying to say that I wanted you to stay

And this day, now it is done

And the sun in its way has shone, 

But tomorrow is another day

And my heart is full to the brim

It's being sung out in every hymn

And just like the sun 

It is going, going now it's gone

While your flowers keep

Growing in your vase

supermarket flowers

Send me your supermarket flowers

Send me Chrysanthemums from Tesco’s

Give me your lilies from Lidl’s

Oh, shower me with roses from Waitrose

I want your supermarket flowers girl

I want them for my birthday

I desire your flowers by the hour boy

Home delivery from Amazon or eBay

 

Give me sapphires from Argos

I desire those rubies from Ikea

I salivate for diamonds from McColl’s

And slobber over jewels down the highway

Give me your opals in the carpark

Let me feel them, let me weigh

Them in my hands, see them shine in the dark boy

I need them while I'm making hay

 

And if you should ask me, have I the power?

As you stand down there outside my tower

I'll throw down my hair, call for you by the hour

So long as you buy me your supermarket flowers

Sermon on the Mount

Up in the mountains

Where the honey runs sweet

The Glen is heather lined like rows of springy seats

Feathers of an Eagle are found on a rocky crag

Pine trees sway in the breeze

As if a billowing flag

Up on the rocky paths of stone

Where the carrion crow hop

And pick apart the rabbit bone

Or a sheep’s eye goes pop

Where the temperature freezes

In the spring breezes

And an April shower shows in snow

That a fool may be locked in an ivory tower

With a Raven or a crow

What do you want to know of Mountains?

And why do you ask?

We stand as old as Moses

Mountain Ash grew his staff

Dwarf willow were is companions

The eye bright shone his way

Tormentil cured his stomach aches

And his food improved by bay

He clambered like a picking monk

Choosing herb and flower

The mountain ringlet butterfly

Bought him rings of flight

Through sun’s power

He danced among the butterwort

And down a cooling den

A mountain buttress had over shadowed

As a church may do a garden

He found between the cloven feature

A wriggling running rill

Giving rise to heath bedstraw, Ladies mantle

Celandine and daffodil

Everlasting were the purple flowers

Geranium in lush tussocks

Damp and wet the spongy peat

Facing out with Carex

These were rain mountains

The sky did shower with her gifts

These were old Gods now forgotten

But for the passing swifts

To these Moses walked in sandals

To these vigils made by Pilgrim candles

From these now we turn our head

As the living do from the dead

And yet these Gods yet survive

Holding Oberon fairy lives

Like Ransomed kings

From Widowed wives

They bleed their suffering waters baptised

From these Gods we draw our Nourishment

 River’s swell and Glen’s green Blandishment

Even now electric bulbs and bells

Are powered by their hydro wells

We call it ‘green’, call it man’s invention

But it is just the Mountain God’s intention

To keep his children well with water

As the fatherland set free the river daughter

And we drink and think with laughter

How well this Mountain does us look after

Facing North

The Cliffs of the Tower ring their bells

With Starwort Saxifrage

And Alpine Speedwells

The walls of the castle are highest with might

And the route by the ledge is demanding of plight

This fortress mountain in a blanket of Snow

Becomes a strange moonscape only intimate confidents know

And flourishing well down to their roots

Are the wood rushes and sedges, grown where the burn fills your boots

Little dwarves, little gems on a Rhinoceros hide

 Like some marvellous adornment to a most ugly bride

Yet the clouds are her veil

And when they sometime move aside

They reveal like a sail

Her soft and delicate side

But, then, her Majesty in Cathedral like organs

Are played by the wind demons

Who move beneath her brogans

These smooth Ballein features

Like slippers worn smooth

That lie like sea creatures

So still that never move

Her buttresses are ear-marked

With climbers rings

Yet even these tracks well harkened

Have not been fully listening

The sheer imagination that gave rise to the plan

Is pure intimation of what He will do, He can

His design shows such majesty it is beyond mortal words

No mind can comprehend though they visit in hoards

Just to be among greatness, to walk on its mile

To feel the rock of ages, cracked in a frozen smile

To let the Mountain know

That it is worshipped in homage

Come wind, rain or snow

They will seek out rare saxifrage