Carving on a tree - Pete O'Connell
Smiling and I'm full on
Sweeping up the floor
Washing every window
Grovelling for more
Seeing it's your birthday
I'm on my bended knee
Scrubbing and applying
Carving on a tree
Sticks made of fire
Licking at the sky
Putting on a record
"The Red Rose of Mine"
With your slender fingers
You button up your dress
Whispering parables
It isn't effort
It's something else
Free and fumbling
Through the pad and how
Lips are silent
When everything breakd
And pride's done away with
Rose of the mine field
I'll warm you and soothe you
Born on a satellite
A worn little angel
Find your servant's favour
As God is your maker
Skies didn't tell me
Smiling and I'm full on
Sweeping up the floor
Washing every window
Grovelling for more
Seeing it's your birthday
I'm on my bended knee
Scrubbing and applying
Carving on a tree