STEVE EVANS poetically speaking
PLACES PLACES PLACES PLACES PLACES PLACES PLACES PLACES PLACES
Liverpool
Liverpool nestles softly in the pocket of my heart
An' angels whisper to me, never to depart.
Take me back to Exley Street
Playing at my mother’s feet.
We kissed the girls and made them cry
Paul and Michael, Pete and I.
Names and places, thoughts and things
The beauty that these memories bring
Little houses in a row
I don’t know why they had to go.
A block of flats on Greenbank Drive
Where a girl kissed me...oh man alive.
I got a job and left my school
Paisley shirts and joiners tools.
Then around the bend past Netherley
And Woodlands joins the memory.
Names and places, thoughts and things
The beauty that these memories bring.
A kit of drums and a mini car
Now I wonder where you are?
Just one more stop along the road
Mossleyhill where they grew old.
Good neighbours, Jean and Margaret, Bob and Tom
Then I packed my case and kissed my mum
Names and places, thoughts and things
The beauty that these memories bring
Bitter-sweet the memories fade
An' angels flutter in the shade
Oh Liverpool you bonny place
You sunny, sunny land
And all the hearts that you embrace
Will know and understand.
Liverpool you bonny place
You sunny, sunny land
And all the souls whose lives we trace
Leave footprints in the sand.
Auntie Elsie, Uncle Hol
Our Bill and Viv,
Joyce and Val
Billy Miles
Granny Evans,
Old Bill
Margie Blow,
Mrs Ackers
Terry Keenan and Lilly
Terry, Carol, Tommy
Pauline & Marie
Sonny Moffat, Albert Lancs
The Benyons,
Mush the dog
Peter, Paul and Michael
Raymond Peers
Susan Murray
Margaret Jones
Jimmy Molyneux
Vivienne Yates
Daz and Woody
Mr Banks
Dave and Dave and Dave
Janet and Janice
Mr and Mrs Thompson
Barry
Ms Shepherd (inlahabou)
Violet and Harold Sharp
Harry the caretaker
Carol and Terry
Netta
Bert Potter
Peter McGovern and Rita
Geof and Mac
Sister Marion
Steve and Jill
Kenny John and Cid
Margaret, Di and Thelma
Dot and Colin
Rose and Enzo
Derek and Jude
Cats and kittens
Scarfs and mittens
Edinburgh Town
Every beautiful place I've ever been
Every wondrous sight I've ever seen
Tolkien’s fantasy-scapes inside of dreams
Pyramids of wonder, beyond our means.
But when I go on home to auld Edinburgh Town
It's like when your wife dons her favourite gown
Or when the sun comes out and shrivels a frown.
It's like sitting in your favourite chair
Like sliding a comb through silky hair.
Auld Reekie nae mare I'll have it said
Nor imposter of the north in its stead
The place on earth l choose to be
The place in repose that will cover me.
Lucky are those who call it hame
Privileged they who feel the same.
Icelandic Nights
Blow you solar wind
Across the universe within
From dancing lights
In magnetic storms
To where our hearts cede
And the cockles warmed
Those Icelandic nights
Where darkness bites
Those plasma storms
Where souls are formed
In the cauldron of the Sun's titanic heat
The crucible of life
The womb in Joseph's wife
Where contradictions meet
And saviors bathe our feet
Until infinity rescinds
Blow you solar winds.
Plockton Palms
Plockton
Rooted in highland rock
Washed'n weathered by a dark sea loch
And Plockton palms
With all their charms
The Inn The Shore Calum's Tour
The Village Store
And the Haven
Up there upon the hill
The Tower of the Raven
Plockton prickles like a summer rose
Loch Carron sparkles
And the village glows
Sheltered from storm
Ocean's for warm
Treasured jewel in the Highland crown
A symphony written on solid ground
That cuts into your heart and senses
That melts away your defences..
The Shy Young Girl From Skye
spoken
I met a girl from the Isle of Skye
A crimson beauty so terribly shy
Rarely would she venture out
A fragile soul I had no doubt
When asked if there was a reason why
She looked at me and began to cry
So whenever I hear them sing that song
And watch as others sing along
I close my eyes and hear me sigh
To remember the shy young girl of Skye
For one so small - it seems so wrong
She cried for us all - all along.
sung
Sweat bonny lass, lost flower of spring
Heaven ne'er seemed so high
Carry her home on gossamer wing
To rest in the fields of Skye.
Leith
While anchored in the Port o' Leith
A seaman by the name o' Keith
Went out on the town
With sailors sorrows for to drown.
A woman in every port
Or so he'd thought
Until he caught a funny rash
Which cost him nearly half his cash.
Through the bottom o' a whisky glass
And no' in the arms o' a Scottish lass
He found his blurry dream
Yo ho ho and a jar of cream.
The Angel Of The North
It's early in the morning
A new day hardly dawning
The garden grows alone
The bees have all gone home
But the promise of the day
Sends the night away
And the fire in the sky
Begs the question why
While the Angel of the North
With her arms held forth
Offers hope and sings
To mend our broken wings
