Dhyana And Donalogue

I saw you first on a Sunday evening,
About the altar as I was kneeling.
Upon Christ’s passion I was reading,
But my eye was on you,
and my sore heart bleeding.
Oh, Donal Og, can’t you feel me near you?
Why don’t you tremble the way that I do?
I’ll be your lantern to show you truth plainly,
And if you are set on,
I’ll defend you bravely.
Wild as a crow is this heart within me.
Dark as a shadow is this grief that blinds me.
Stained as a boot print on the polished hallways,
And it is you that has stained it,
Forever and always.
You took what’s before me, and what’s behind me.
You took East and West when you wouldn’t mind me.
Sun, moon and stars from my sky you’ve taken,
And the God above,
Or I’m much mistaken.
I saw you first on a Sunday evening
About the altar as I was kneeling,
Upon Christ’s passion I was reading,
But my eye was on you,
and my sore heart bleeding.