Notes for a little love song

winter turned
yet still the snow remains
waiting to be washed away
by the scattered April rains
and in my seasons
I can only think of you
and how your kiss
inspires me to everything I do


Love Banana (to be sung in a calypso style to the tune of Galway Bay)

Be sure to write your love songs on bananas
cos kiwis dont go easy on your pen
and if you make a mistake with your feelings
you can peel the thing and start over again.

Song for my own personal amusement in a key upon which I’ve yet to decide.

the conscience of my childhood daze
was played on wooden spoons
by happy wooly spiders
itsybitsying cross the room
the form it took, a ballad pure
sung in sunny smiles
and if your hair is flared enough
i’ll sing it for a while…


don’t put your hand in the fire
and never jump off a house
and if it’s long life you aspire
be sure not to swallow a mouse
don’t pull a face in a windstorm
and never eat cakes in the rain
but get out of the bath ‘fore the plug’s pulled
or you’re bound to be sucked down the drain.

sha la la la lee.

Cat’s Chorus, a nonsense song for felines written whilst listening to Bob Dylan.

let us sing of fancy fish
which dance around our dreams
and hold our thrall for hours
or so it always seems

oh let us sing of dining mice
feasting fat on cheese
riding round in horsedrawn traps
to save their creaky knees

and let us sing of big fat cows
a filled with milky cream
chewing cuddy bubble gum
upon the village green

then let us end our song like this
before the sun’s away
and curl up in a bundle
to sleep away the day.

Folk Song

I walked through heathers wild
their heads washed fresh with dew
and in their perfumed boudoir
I wrote this song for you
I sang it as the sun gave way
to fogs upon the glen
and even o’er the mists of time
I’ll sing it now and then
whenever heathers breathe the air
and sigh their light bouquet
lost within these simple words
I’ll come back to this day.