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.

The Tears That Hills Cry - original poem

I'm a singer-songwriter from the Mid-West of Western Australia. My lyrics are the most important thing (to me, anyhow!) about my music, and I would be stoked if other people around the world saw value in them and wanted to cover my songs, which range from overtly political to more philosophical and personal in content. 

The Tears That Hills Cry - original poem

Darcy Hay