Blasket Ghosts – Short Art-Doc (2017)

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The Ghosts they walk in silence
Across An Blasket Mór To the Sound of the ocean breaking
Along the Trá Ban down below The seagulls cry, the curlews call
The seals, they sleep in peace The Ghosts they walk and wonder
When will their Kin return So long ago they left us
Not to be seen again For a thousand years upon this place
They worked, fished and played Some did go to the mainland
Others to the New World found While those remain forever lost
One day with Naomhóg went to sea Never to return
On Winter days with all humans gone And the wild geese land at dusk
The ghosts of An Blasket Mór Both Island and the Sea
Gather around the turf fire To tell their stories own
They wonder about their loved ones And when they will return
So they can watch the Naomhóg dance Upon the white horses of the sea
To hear the sound of children dance From the bodhran made of goat
To smell fresh mackerel upon the turf fire On Christmas night you can hear them cry
For all, they loved and lost Forever more on Blasket Mór
A time capsule of the past.


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