'The Ballad of the Brown Twine' - Joseph Gorman

The first Irish ballad I ever wrote in 2018 while I was living in Cork City.
Using 'brown twine' as a vehicle for Irish emigration - endorsed by Christy Moore.
The Ballad of The Brown Twine - Lyrics
I sailed across the Irish sea,
And travelled four nights and four days.
Till I finally approached my fair home town, Unfamiliar in so many ways.
For the time it goes on and the people move on, And my loved ones have passed from this land. And the only reminder of those blissful days,
Is the brown twine wrapped up in my hand.
I wondered far beyond the hills, Where once I used to roam.
But there instead, lay cement and lead,
Where’s that little place that I called home?
For the days they go by, Oh I’ll try not to cry,
For my loved ones have passed from this land.
But the grass is still green, and new life can be seen.
As I grip the brown twine in my hand.
I sailed across the Irish Sea, What a beautiful sight to behold.
But it’s such a shame Éire’s losing her name,
The new it has conquered the old.
For the time it goes on and the people move on,
And my loved ones have passed from this land.
And the only reminder of those blissful days,
Is the brown twine wrapped up in my hand.
X2
Yes, the brown twine wrapped up in my hand.