Why does he open me Only to shut me out again Guess that's just him I wouldn't take it from another man Guess he needs time To trust me right So I can
A Perfect Indian is he Remembering him life is sweet Like a weeping willow His face on my pillow Comes to me still in my dreams And there I saw a young
Take me to heart and I?ll always love you And nobody can make me do wrong Take me for granted leaving love unshone Makes will power weak and temptation
Door peep shall not enter this a holy land Where wise and true man stand Sipping from this cupful cup of peace Not one shall enter Not one Door people
It won't be easy you'll think it strange When I try to explain how I feel That I still need your love After all that I've done You won't believe me
Well, you tell us that we're wrong And you tell us not to sing our song Nothing we can say will make you see You got a heart of stone You can never feel
(feat. Bomb The Bass, Benjamin Zephaniah) I'm looking at your soul, your soul, your soul, your soul I'm looking at your future, your future, future
Downpressor man Where you gonna run to Downpressor man Where you gonna run to Downpressor man Where you gonna run to Oh... along that day If you run
The first time I saw you I loved you I loved you Your face blue Your eyes too Your mouth too Your mouth too When I heart you I wanted to Give birth
She took my father from my life oh Took my sister and brothers oh I watched her torturing my child Feeble I was then but now I'm grown Fire on Babylon
God grant me the serenity to accept the things I can not change Courage to change the things I can And the wisdom to know the difference I am not like
I wanna go walking with you If you'd agree I wanna do some talking with you Where no one can see I wanna go dancing darling If you'd agree I think I'
I was born in Dublin town Where there was not too much going down For girls whose only hope Was not to find a man who could piss in a pot So early I
I do think that women could make politics irrelevant. By as a kind of spontaneous cooperative action, the like of which we have never seen. Which is
the door and in between I drink black coffee Love's hand me down brew I'll never know a Sunday In this weekday room I'm talkin' to the shadows One o'clock
OK, I want to talk about Ireland Specifically I want to talk about the "famine" About the fact that there never really was one There was no "famine"
Fly me to the moon And let me play among the stars Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars In other words, hold my hands In other words,
Birds have their quiet nest Foxes in their own hole Man of a peaceful rest He have nowhere to lie his head He prayed Yes, he prayed He prayed Yes, he