.....AND A FORGETTING ( Words and music by Paul F. Cowlan )

‘Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar.’ (William Wordsworth) This song is lovingly dedicated to Rev. William Thomas Cowlan, O.B.E., my father, who died on January 19th 2000.

A dream and a rainbow, after the call
that everyone must hear.
Jupiter and Saturn over Salisbury Plain.
Every mile brought us closer, or further away;
maybe both, but it’s hard to say.

The village in darkness and silence,
clock striking two.
Long journey over, and a light in the hall.
And though nothing seemed different something had gone;
and that’s how it has to be from now on.

Where the wing of a shadow cut the light
and reckoned up the days,
shut down and rattled the trap with a bone,
you passed through the fire and left not a trace,
with the ghost of a smile on your face.

What can I bring to your silence
now you don’t hear?
Standing at the corner, or sitting in your chair.
In memory they hold you, and they hold you still in dreams;
but daylight has forgotten what that means.

So I woke from the dream where I watched you leave,
answered the telephone,
then drove day and night to be back home again.
And though you’re now so distant you’re never far away,
so I suppose that has to be okay.