Claddagh Palace

There's a lady at the train station
The railroad goes skyward on platform one
Wearing a pencil skirt and a peacoat
The ones received, cloaked in skins far from their own

In the Claddagh Palace as children
The screen before us apparitions to heathens
Before Beauty and the Beast, I loved you so
There's innocence but we can't dig up that gold

At witching hour the firmament fell on our lawn
All the angels in the snow are long gone

Your mam put 50p in the collection
For Joseph's forgiveness, Mary's protection
Skate out Galway Bay, the horizon,
The village of LA burning in the sun

At witching hour the firmament fell on our lawn
But all the angels in the snow are long gone
A most savage crime when the grown-ups forged our Valentine's
I was a long, long way out of earshot by teatime

There's a lady at the train station
Her suitcase a device of transfiguration



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Writer(s): B.p. Nally, Bp Nally
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