LIE EASY ©Brian Hooper July 2007
It was in my childhood's latter days I heard my mother pray
That the souls of the dear departed would find peace beyond the grave
And the young they pointed fingers, the old they shook their heads
For all their scorn she prayed that they'd sleep soundly in their beds
She was the one who prayed each day for the souls of the dead to lie easy
On a warm and sunny summer's day we laid my love to rest
That's when I joined my mother in the prayer she knew the best
And the young still pointed fingers, the old still shook their heads
But praying's all there is to do when you've no tears left to shed
We were the ones who prayed each day for the souls of the dead to lie easy
My mother's gone now many a year and every day I pray
That the souls of the dear departed will find peace beyond the grave
And the young they point their fingers, the old they shake their heads
For all their scorn I pray that they sleep soundly in their beds
I am the one who prays each day for the souls of the dead to lie easy
I'm the oldest in the village now and I'll soon be gone away
And what will become of the quick and the dead when there's no-one who will pray
For the young who point their fingers and the old who shake their heads
When I return to point and shake and fright them in their beds
I was the one who prayed each day for the souls of the dead to lie easy
This song is based on an Icelandic folk tale. In that respect it is unique in my repertoire ...........
It hasn’t yet (as at January 2008) appeared in recorded form.