When Trouble Calls

When trouble calls it's hard to find

Good friends who gather with one single mind

Come here a while, while I tell to you

Of those so kind I never knew

They gathered together in a tiny place

Where the Speaker Connolly his spirit does grace

To play some music, sing poetic songs,

Think of the olden day's whose time has moved on

And as they played, their spirit strong

They thought of their friend, whose spirit holds on

And long for the day when this new found friend

Could touch their hearts and their souls again

As the night went on, getting colder, getting older

No string vibration, no vocal chords to grow bolder

The speaker spoke till the midnight hour

For a friend in need of their magical power

Maurice Lennon