MAYBE SOMEDAY    © Duane Thompson, 2003

Remembering friends from the old days in the Harbour Pub in Newcastle, Northern Ireland, and the journey out to New Zealand.

1.  We sang in the harbour most Saturday nights,
     And not a dry eye could you see
     From the antics of Dumper, to the songs of the sea
     From Belfast we were set free
     We sat on the hill over-looking the sea
     As the road to Kilkeel passed along
     By Bloody Bridge near the path to the top
     Cottage awaiting for me

2.  Taking a trip to a Feis in the south
     We passed the invisible wall
     And no-one spoke to the SLR
     Poked through the window at me
     Oh where are you now sweet mountains of Mourne
     You no longer sweep to the sea
     For the cottage lies dormant as a memorial stone
     And only the path still runs free

3.  How things have changed in the blink of an eye
     Is stranger than fiction to me
     From the friends I had then, to the friends I have now
     Are the leaves on the life of a tree
     So now I sit on a different hill
     Watching the sun hit the sea
     From a city of sails at the end of the earth
     Say hello from the antipodes

4.  I've travelled around, been every place
     Not much more to be seen
     From the Antrim glens to the ruins of Rome
     And the plains of the Serengety
     My heart is at home in a restless sun
     Though the light and heat still my feet
     Maybe someday we'll pass on the road
     Maybe someday we will meet
     So now I sit on a different hill
     Watching the sun hit the sea
     From a city of sails at the end of the earth
     Say hello from the antipodes