Ode to Hugh

Ode to Hugh

Get that fire going
Watch Hugh's words unfold
Pages and pages and pages of pen ink
I am holding gold.

So raise your hands
You're all worth more than gold
This one's for Hugh
And his living soul.

Telling tales about the everyday
About the every, everydayness of life
The housewife, the street sweeper, the butcher the flame keeper
Got their vocation and I've got mine.

So raise your hands
You're all worth more than gold
This one's for Hugh
And his living soul.

I see him in my Father's eyes
I see him in my Mother's eyes
With the words that they teach
I see him in the trees
I see him in the stars
I think Hugh's words have rubbed off on me....

I see him in my Father's eyes
I see him in my Mother's eyes

So raise your hands
You're all worth more than gold
This one's for Hugh
This one's for Hughie
This one's for Hugh
And his living soul...


He's living in the dignified workers...
The dignified workers...
In everyone here....
In everyone here....
In everyone here...


For Hugh O'Sullivan
By Duncan Campbell June 99