The Snake

Last night as I slept
I dreamt I met Macgowan
That poetic old drunk
Who consumes me with his words
The romantic lines of verse
He writes down without effort
I pray the angels catch him
If he should fall from the grace of God
Shane oh Shane
Oh God bless that name
You’ve sold your soul long ago
But we’ll buy it back someday
Oh Shane oh Shane
Oh God bless that name
May the heavens smile down upon
You, Shane oh Shane
As the time passes by
You defy the laws of nature
The hard life that you lived
Should have ended long ago
But there’s a reason that
You’re still Here and singing with us
So strike up the band and raise a glass
For Macgowan as we sing!
The Irishman in question
And his historic legend
I pray to God above
For the church of the Holy Spook
May the Grace and the mercy shown me
Be the life that’s breathed within you
So the heavens will rejoice
And Shane will lead the choir