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