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The Tears That Hills Cry

from On Blue Days - the demo tapes by Darcy Hay

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A spoken word poem for Treakle, who I miss very deeply. I also have set this to banjo, and it does sound beautiful with that tinkling banjo - but I thought that it might be a bit more striking (and cheaper in the studio) to simply read this as a poem.

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For friends who are gone
and for friends, who remain -
and precious ones, who are
one, and the same.

Who carried me through
my sorrows, and strain.
and gave me the sweetest
warmth of my days.

Who showed me that kindness
is the purest of prides -
that love is a river,
that tears are her tides.

Thankyou for warming
my coldest of nights.
Thankyou for walking
your life by my side.

Where once was fear of dying,
I now have none.
For nothing is new
beneath this old sun -

and from dust are we sprung,
and to dust, we become -
and love is the bedrock
that anchors the grass.

Oh, I come from a long line
of soldiers and currs -
slaughter-house men, nurses
workers, trailing their

bloodied hands through the Earth;
and love is the bone
that firms their frail grasp.

Who showed me no mountain
of money can buy
one single star more,
to string in the sky.

Thankyou for warming
my coldest of nights.
Thankyou for walking
your life by my side.

The crickets are louder than
black thunder claps.
Their songs are swirling,
to spite dizzy bats -

and the sky whirls,
burned like an old treasure map,
and this desert is quiet,
and cold as blue steel.

Your presence comes back
like de ja vu's spark
in Joker's Tunnel, little
feet in the dark -

and I am without you,
but we are not apart,
and I cannot explain
the sadness I feel.

Who showed me that good
little boys never die.
You who showed me
the tears that hills cry.

The ranges are wet
where we'd romp and we'd stride.
My child, I love you.
My little one - goodbye.

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from On Blue Days - the demo tapes, released July 9, 2021
Darcy Hay - lyrics

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Darcy Hay Geraldton, Australia

Folk, country and blues singer-songwriter from the Midwest of Western Australia with a penchant for political and poetic lyricism, energetic guitar playing, authentic vocals and deft harmonica work

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