Sunday, December 1, 2013

R.I.P. Paul William Walker (1973-2013)


To Inez:




We are deeply sorry...

We are with you!



"Our dead are never dead to us until we have forgotten them.."

  
"Death leaves a memory no one can heal, loves leaves a memory no one can steal.."


  

R.I.P. Paul William Walker (1973-2013)

 

 

Altan   -    The Jug of Punch




Being on the twenty-third of June
Oh as I sat weaving all at my loom
Being on the twenty-third of June
Oh as I sat weaving all at my loom
I heard a thrush singing on yon bush
And the song she sang was the jug of punch

What more pleasure can a boy desire

Than sitting down, oh beside the fire
What more pleasure can a boy desire
Than sitting down, oh beside the fire
And in his hand, oh a jug of punch
And on his knee a tidy wench

When I am dead and left in my mold

At my head and feet place a flowing bowl
When I am dead and left in my mold
At my head and feet place a flowing bowl
And every young man that passes by
He can have a drink and remember I

Being on the twenty-third of June

Oh as I sat weaving all at my loom
Being on the twenty-third of June
Oh as I sat weaving all at my loom
I heard a thrush singing on yon bush
And the song she sang was the jug of punch