Easter

A ghost of a mist was on the field The grey and the Green together The noise of a distant farm machine Out of the first light came A tatered necklace of hedge and trees On the southern side of the hill Betrays where the border runs between Where Mary Dunoon's boy fell Easter here again A time for the Blind to see Easter Surely now can all of your hearts be free Out of the port of Liverpool Bound for the North of Ireland The wash of the spray and horsetail waves The roll of the sea below And Easter here again A time for the Blind to see Easter Surely now can all of your hearts be free What will you do? Make a stone of your Heart? Will you set things right When you tear them apart?