6:30 Is Just Way Too Early

6.30 is just way too early
To get up this cold December morning
Though as long as she insists on being the theme to my every single dream
That coffee it is a calling
I find myself down the stairs
Lazy dog gives me the eye
And I drag our bones around the 'barns
And catch the morning light

The damp leaves and the low-blown smoke
They whisper me to Creagh
With afternoons chasing the rain
And storms disturbing sleep
The open fire warmed your heart
And I wish I had taken the moment
To let you know just who you were
And why you meant so much that morning

For the first time in an age we'd been travelling
We'd been picking mushrooms and were sitting on some wall
You pulled a rosary from your pocket
And we laughed at how it was worn
You said "the girl on the train wasn't giving me an eye. She was just wary I'd steal her bags"
And you offered your arms and a flask of Bowmore
And into the pair I sank
And then we drank ourselves together
And then we walked each other home
This night has cleared my senses
I just don't want to be alone