St Mary's

Poem by John Patton as recited by John at his July 30-31 2011 homily

Sing gently when you sing my song

But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet, Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

W. B. Yeats.

For my song it is woven from dreams

Spun through strands of reality

And nothing is all that it seems

Smile gently when you smile at my fears

For my fears may belong to you

For nothing in this world but can change

And nothing can ever be new

Laugh gently when you laugh at my hopes

For by our hope we live

And when we lose the strength to dream

We have nothing left to give

Sing gently when you sing my song

For my song it is woven from dreams

Spun through strands of reality

And nothing is all that it seems