The Threads of Paisley
If all the threads that Paisley made were found again one day
I’d hang them in the sky with Love to take away the grey
Upon the gold I’d write a tale of stories from our past
About the folk we´ve lost in time that’s moved away so fast.
Upon the red I’d see the war and all the men who died
I’d write the names of all their wives whose tears we left behind
Upon the Abbey darkened threads of blackened thoughts and times
A bygone age of killing folk for witchcraft and false crimes.
Threads of blue I’d give to schools, to teach them peace and Love
By leaving parts of history, while rainbows hang above
Upon the green, the Irish woe, migration, war and fear
While London pushes migrants out with hatred causing tears.
Upon the white I’d ask the kids to write their stories clear
To fill the sky with hopes and dreams of music for our ears
Upon this richest tapestry I’d paint a heart and crown
To show the world the triumphs of dear Paisley, my sweet town.