John Martin Poems

VISIONS OF GOZO
by john martin

The Island of Gozo, My Island of Dreams,
An Island of Sunshine, Like Heaven it seems.
Home of Calypso, above Ramla bay,
Home to the Gods, what more need I say.
The Citadel high upon the Hill,
Xaghra with it's last Windmill,
A dream that is mine.
Nadur Basilica, and Xlendi Bay,
The salt Pans at Qala, the children at play,
The people so friendly they welcome you Home,
Why leave this Island? Why wish to roam?
The taste of the Island will leave you fat,
with things like Minestra, and Stuffat
I can ask for no more.

Nadur on a Hilltop, The Inland Sea,
St John's at Xewkija, Mgarr Ix Xini,
Rabat in the centre, Mgarr is the Port,
Like jewels in a Crown, they cannot be bought,
Am I awake or fast asleep?
Will my mind be able to Keep?
All that it sees?

I miss my Island, when I'm faraway,
I will be returning, I wish I could stay,
I feel so at home there, My Heart is so free,
I can't think of anywhere, that I'd rather be.
I wish I was staying here for good,
My Heart really feels that it could,
Be at Home there.

My Island of Gozo, My Island of Dreams,
Heaven on Earth, or so it seems...

written by John Martin. January 1996 ©
to the tune of "Chariots of Fire"

GOZO
by john martin

I have seen the Island of Calypso,
In my Dreams, I know it's there, it's there.
In my mind, I can find nothing
In this World that can compare, compare.
The Citadel. The Inland Sea,
They both mean more to me,
Than any other place I've seen,
And I can tell you now, I Love them more,
Than any other place I've been. 

I wish the dreams were real, for I know
That I would steal, away from here, from here.
I would creep away each night to the
Dream I see so bright, and hold so dear, so dear.
The Deep Blue seas, The Golden sands,
The Festa's and the Marching bands,
The happy lively throng,
I go to sleep each night
And dream that it's there that I belong. 

How can the Sights I see,
Seem so very real to me? I don't know, don't know,
Somewhere in my mind I find
The Island of my Dreams, It's called Gozo, Gozo.
The Dusty Hills, the quiet Roads,
People living in their abodes,
The Island seems so pure,
Calypso loved you then,
Perhaps one day he will come again

I go to sleep each night,
And Dream that it's there that I belong...

written to the Tune of "I Will" by Billy Fury
by John Martin January 1996 ©