CHRISTO
I was born of Winifred in the time of woe
I go where I go and I know what I know
Yea though I ride in some dark strange land
Aye wherever I go I feel ma friend Christo
Go where I may he is always there
With his black curling hair and his sea-grey eyes so fair
For the love of woman there has been a break
Such a lot of time those dear creatures do take
One day I will settle and I’ll raise my doves
As he shares in my life so he’ll share in my loves
Now I am the father of a baby boy
May his days be filled with sun and his nights filled with joy
Younger days have gone we have become as men
Though we dearly hold on to the times way back when
Fishing harbour smells and full days of joy
Still my son will play with your son one day
Teaching them to rock climb and to cry like gulls
And their days will be storms when our days will be lulls
And when I’ve found out all I wish to know
There by my side will be my friend Christo
And off we will go with our blanket bed
Off in search of the end where our life paths have led
Here lies a minstrel by name Donno
And here by his side lies his dear friend Christo
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Donovan Leitch : Peer Music World