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The Pocketfall Irish Ballad

Verse 1 I fell past thimble, needle, thread, Past peppermints the Hatter fed, Past copper coins that chimed like rain, And every stitch remembered pain. Chorus Oh pocket, pocket, deeper still, You’re wider than the world at will; You turned my hem into a sky, And made my buttons learn to fly. Verse 2 The lining sighed, “A tidy fall,” Then folded into velvet hall; A spool of night rolled past my knees, Unraveling its moonlit breeze. Chorus Oh pocket, pocket, deeper still, You’re wider than the world at will; You tuck away what won’t comply, And save it for another try. Bridge A dropped key rang, a ribbon bowed, A safety pin became a road; A crumb became a mountain pass, A tear turned sea in drops of glass. Final Chorus Oh pocket, pocket, take me through, To where the small becomes the true; I’ll sew a path with lullabies, And stitch my heart to stranger skies.