Alice Christie ( 1991 ) A frightened wee face, familiar scenes changing the river it widens, her world rearranging somewhere her mother and father have gone she won't talk to strangers and her ship sails on Her thoughts we can guess at, the panic we know for we've all lost that warm hand for an hour or so but time takes her further and dusk makes her hide till gentle eyes find her on the firth of clyde Alice Christie you crossed the lines you survived through uncertain times finding love and believing came easy as breathing from catholic seed to this tree of life from yourself to Christina Fyfe May the child of the river inspire us forever She grows and there's one face she has to find her basket is heavy but John Fyfe is kind Words turn to promises and love keeps her warm till home from the ocean he is safe from the storm The years bring their harvest, flowers fall in her lap three sons for Mam, five new stars for Pap and new generations know although she has gone Alice is watching and her ship sails on

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