From the recording Pocket Hang Glider
Here's a song about a lamb my daughter raised during Covid lockdown. The lamb was rejected from his mother and my wife brought it down from the clinic and Penasco for Niamh, our daughter to raise. We bottle-fed it and it slept in an easy chair on the couch on the porch. It followed Niamh up and down the driveway on her mountain bike. We became very attached to him and named him Sean after Shaun the sheep. This is my best song about the lost years of Covid and my favorite on the album.
Lyrics
Niamh’s Bum Lamb
Galloping down the lane
Through blossoms when she calls his name
He's on the easy chair again
He's become part of the fam
Niamh’s bum lamb Niamh’s bum lamb
Niamh’s bum lamb hopping into her hands
We should eat him with mint jam
But that's not part of the plan
One day he's going to be a ram
Niamh's bum lamb la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
No more teachers all the schools have been banned
They shut down uncle Sam
A birthday party with no friends
The days seem to have no end, have no end
Niamh's bum lamb climbing up a stone
Doesn't like to be alone
You can hear his bleeding through her cell phone
He follows her wherever she roams
Niamh's bum lamb la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
Niamh’s bum lamb, “How can he be hungry again?
We just fed him an hour ago his tummy is gonna blow.”
Dancing on his tippy toe. Niamh’s bum lamb
Cherry blossoms this morning dressed in hoary frost
I hope that they're not lost
Rejoicing in the sun
Melting hearts like Niamh's bum,
Niamh’s bum lamb