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A Learner, Rather

© 2017 Robert Morris Black / Leprechaun Club Music (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.


 A blank faces asks a blank window
Where are the daughters of memory?
In the ruin of space, among shattered glass
Among crumbling and toppling masonry
I was like him, sloping and graceless
Trampled underfoot like a dunce
But we were borne in her arms and borne in her heart
Surely someone must have loved us once?

Lal the ral ra, lal the ral raddy
Please pay no bother to my blather
Lal the ral ra, lal the ral raddy
I’m no teacher, I’m a learner, rather

One livid flame burning for love of mother
More vast and candescent than any
It glows quiet as hurley boys sing in the alley:
“The stout, roaring blades of Kilkenny…”

Lal the ral ra, lal the ral raddy
Please pay no bother to my blather
Lal the ral ra, lal the ral raddy
I’m no teacher, I’m a learner, rather

I fear the big words that make us so unhappy
That torment that makes our hearts ache
God is out shouting them loud in the street
And history is a nightmare from which I’m trying to awake

Lal the ral ra, lal the ral raddy
Please pay no bother to my blather
Lal the ral ra, lal the ral raddy
I’m no teacher, I’m a learner, rather