by SEAMUS ROBINSON
(1)After you were dead, all the wise men said You
were just another fool;
Writing silly plays in your
And your drinking-all-the-day rule.
But they never knew the real you,
Or they wouldn't talk that way;
No, they never knew all that you came through Never
knew the good and bad day.
( chorus )
And the words you wrote bring a lump to my throat,
And tears into my eyes;
O it's little I thought your soul would be sought
So soon for Paradise> Oh
- oh - oh -Brendan,
Oh - oh - oh -Brendan.
In a Dublin pub or a New York club,
You were always spreading the joy;
With your laughing face all about the place Everybody's
But your twinkling eyes could not disguise
The suffering in your mind;
For underneath was a well of grief And
a heart that cried for mankind.
( chorus twice )