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