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Scorn not his Simplicity

 

I had just finished the last post, in which I made passing reference to Phil Coulter, an Derry-born songwriter best-known in Ireland for the nostalgic Town I loved so Well—when I read this in his Wikipedia entry...

Some of his most personal, famous and indeed most touching songs come from the loss of family members. “‘The Old Man’ still haunts me when I play it in Derry,” he reflected. “I can still see my father’s face appear when I’m playing it there. These are my roots, my place, so the ghosts and memories come out of the woodwork when I play in Derry.” Phil’s sister, Cyd, drowned in Lough Swilly. One year later he lost his brother, Brian to the same ‘Lake of Shadows.’ His struggle to come to terms with the loss and resulting emotions are captured in his songs ‘Shores of the Swilly’ and ‘Star of the Sea’. Furthermore, "Scorn Not His Simplicity", pleads for tolerance and understanding of his son, who was born with Down's syndrome and died at the age of four.


Sinead O'Connor cover [youtube]

See the child
With the golden hair
Yet eyes that snow the emptiness inside
Do we know
Can we understand just how he feels
Or have we really tried?

See him now

As he stands alone
And watches children play a children's game
Simple child
He looks almost like the others
Yet they know he's not the same

Scorn not his simplicity

But rather try to love him all the more
Scorn not his simplicity
Oh no
Oh no

See him stare

Not recognizing the kind face
That only yesterday he loved
The loving face
Of a mother who can't understand what she's been guilty of

How she cried tears of happiness

The day the doctor told her it's a boy
Now she cries tears of helplessness
And thinks of all the things he can't enjoy

Scorn not his simplicity
But rather try to love him all the more
Scorn not his simplicity
Oh no
Oh no

Only he knows how to face the future hopefully

Surrounded by despair
He won't ask for your pity or your sympathy
But surely you should care


Why bother with writing prose when there are songs like this? It may not be brilliant poetry, but its raw honesty is unmatched, and touches anyone with a special child.

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