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I met a man with eyes like glass Whose useful days were gone and passed He told me in a cardboard tone How long ago he once had flown When I was young
Outside around the side form a circle forwar I'm an outsider on the side formerly a farm-boy inside I'm on the side i'm divided undecided back then around
Voices rise carried by wind On the open plain Speak to me of all you have seen Throuh the pale dawn... Ride on, ride on, ride on... The ground is warm
I'm away to the city Never thought I'd have to sell the farm It's a shame, what a pity Now I've got a condo for a barn Came to town on my tractor Didn
I can close my eyes and see you Beautiful Caroline And you smile as though you feel my eyes on you... And I could move the world without you Beautiful
Near Banbridge Town in the County Down One morning last July Down a boreen green came a sweet colleen And she smiled as she passed me by. She looked so
Another link in the chain getting rusty breaking Down in the gutter with a smile It's another case of finding your place Another number showing what he
I read about a man who'd been Around the world and back again Built a space ship in his back yard And went to mars one afternoon When he got home late
Train moves on another town whisky's gone another round whisky's gone eagle flies overhead sun will rise sun will set sun will rise fee fie foe diddle
Sorry, did I startle you? My face was to the mirror Broken wings are lovely things If they can lead you nearer In ever cloud, there is some silver Every
Depleted uranium is used on the ends of bullets And on the ends of shells because it is so hard Almost any armament is vulnerable To something that is
Andromeda These hands are reaching out for you I saw their eyes You let them fasten All of their hopes on you What a vicious thing to do... Haven't you
I'm running out of life Open down and taken by Sixty one in forty nine Vision at the crossroads Fire in the fading moon Fire in the afternoon Fire will
Like ships in a squall we rise and we fall We're plotting our course throught waves Some masts are tall with sails so strong Others are tossed in the
Well, I just come down from the Isle of sky I'm not very big and I'm awfully shy The lasses shout as I go by "Donald, where's your troosers?" Let the