Name: If I Were A Cloud by John Doran-Armstrong
Duration: 4 min
Description: https://www.reddit.com/r/songaweek/comments/9p68t9/submissions_week_42_theme_weather/

Thank You Thank You

Broken homes
Broken hearts
Broken heads
City of hope
City of stars
City of tents

In the alley by the restaurant
In the scrub by the apartment block 

We walk fast
We walk right past
We only see what we want to see
We walk fast
We walk right past
We don't see what we don't want to see

Man in suit
Man on phone
Woman with coffee
Do you inhabit
another zone?
Can't you see me?

In the alley by the restaurant
In the scrub by the apartment block 

You walk fast
You walk right past
You only see what we want to see
You walk fast
You walk right past
You don't see what we don't want to see

There's no glory
living in hope
in the city of hope

City of Hope

Let Her Go

I am a good man
A good man am I
In fact I am a very good man
A very good man am I (am I?)
And I am a good dad
A good dad am I
In fact I am a very good dad
A very good dad am I  (am I?)

Just don’t tell my wife
Don’t tell my wife

I am a good brother
A good brother am I
In fact I am a very good brother
A very good brother am I (am I?)
And I am a good son
A good son am I
In fact I am a very good son
A very good son am I (am I?)

Just don’t tell my mum
don't tell my mum

Humility’s 
Just pride in disguise
Humility's Pride



I Am a Good Man

I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love;
My country is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan’s poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.

By William Butler Yeats

An Irish Airman Foresees His Death

She was barely 15 when her belly rose - barely 15
when her belly rose
her belly rose

I was barely 16 when I had a son -  barely 16.
when I had a son
had a son

And her parents said, there's no place for you
No place for you
Her parents said there's no place for you

Let's go where no-one knows
No-one knows
No-one knows 
Where the wild where the wild 
Where the wild roses grow

And we got away on a new moon, we got away
On a new moon
a new moon

And we kept from the way, on a new moon
Kept from the way
On a new moon
a new moon

On the very next day they caught us
the very next day
It was our son that gave us 
Gave us away
How will we ever
get away?
 
Let's go where no-one knows
No-one knows
No-one knows 
Where the wild where the wild 
Where the wild roses grow

Where the wild where the wild 
Where the wild roses grow

Where the Wild Roses Grow

Down by the salley gardens
   my love and I did meet;
She passed the salley gardens
   with little snow-white feet.
She bid me take love easy,
   as the leaves grow on the tree;
But I, being young and foolish,
   with her would not agree.

In a field by the river
   my love and I did stand,
And on my leaning shoulder
   she laid her snow-white hand.
She bid me take life easy,
   as the grass grows on the weirs;
But I was young and foolish,
   and now am full of tears.

W.B.Yeats

My notes: Guitar tuned down to D capo 1 (or E flat), tuning (as if in standard): D-A-D-A-B-E

Down by the Salley Gardens

A sudden blow: the great wings beating still
Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed
By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,
He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.

How can those terrified vague fingers push
The feathered glory from her loosening thighs?
And how can body, laid in that white rush,
But feel the strange heart beating where it lies?

A shudder in the loins engenders there
The broken wall, the burning roof and tower
And Agamemnon dead.
                                  Being so caught up,
So mastered by the brute blood of the air,
Did she put on his knowledge with his power
Before the indifferent beak could let her drop?

W.B.Yeats

Leda and the Swan

As the moon sidles up
Must she sidle up,
As trips the scared moon
Away must she trip:
"His light had struck me blind
Dared I stop'.
She sings as the moon sings:
"I am I, am I;
The greater grows my light
The further that I fly'.
All creation shivers
With that sweet cry

W.B.Yeats

He and She

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If I Were A Cloud

John Doran-Armstrong

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