Rita Dolores
Torn from a mother, still mourning another
A childhood apart, there was no gentle heart For under white snow, the guilt of another grows Stealing excitement, catching romance Ave Marie, see the Deadman’s Dance Rita Dolores, your soul shone so bright And your Irish eyes kept smiling Rita Dolores, life dressed you in rags But you sewed a heart of pure gold You were just like any young girl When he smiled at you Didn’t the ginger wine, he gave to you Unravel your dreams, your ambitions unfurl A new life begins, another one ends How could you know, the years you would patch and mend? Cut from a finer cloth, you still chose life Hid your fragility, hid all your strife Rita Dolores, your soul shone so bright And your Irish eyes kept smiling Rita Dolores, life dressed you in rags But you sewed a heart of pure gold |
So late your happiness wrapped you in safety
You fought for so long you only knew bravery Right from the start you could see it so clearly You said goodbye in the twilight of the year I see you in every firework I see you in every golden autumn leaf I see you in my children’s eyes Your gentle hands repair my grief Rita Dolores, your soul shone so bright And your Irish eyes kept smiling Rita Dolores, life dressed you in rags But you sewed a heart of pure gold Repeat Gold, gold gold, gold, gold, gold A heart of pure gold For Rita Dolores O'Flynn (nee Warren) 1934 - 1998 Til I see those Irish eyes again, Mum x |