These old
streets are still singing,
Aloud the
tunes of the pilgrims,
Here and
there an echo comes,
Of the time
that has flown by.
Santiago
does still welcome give,
Her heart is
set on giving love,
Now and then
between these walls,
I’ve felt
the saints would talk to me.
Whilst the
years have rolled along,
Time it
seems has kept to time,
Filled with
shapes of things to come,
Yet holding
onto the ghosts it’s made.
Had we
laughed so long since past?
And did we
romp on sands at all?
Where has
time gone since we were?
And what
became of promises made?
In Derby
shadowed by the Compostela,
Time stands
tall returned to when,
Clouds had
formed from both sides now,
To spell the
end for you and I.
Such is life
when we are guarded,
Fallen to
the way we ought to be,
Nothing
moves under the heavens,
Unless love
grows and forms a home.
Long I’ve
travelled to betroth honour,
Found in me
some space and time,
Courage to
be daring came relentless,
Where love
became a master plan.
Take good
care as you go on walking,
Feel the
light that calls you home,
A mystery
that brings no real answer,
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