There's more than this rain! I'm sure you want me for another night, but I can't see the reason [Chorus] Cause I want, I wanna feel it over me The comfort
were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there. Then I'm laying out my winter clothes And wishing I was gone, going home Where the New York
in IRAQ Do not blame them, I hold their humanity hostage I gotta spit 'til the story is told It's a gift; this story is a part of my soul We shouldn't
to ukulele It sounds so good you can?t sit down We?re dancing at the ceili All the boys we loved so well So handsome young and charming They?re in New
would take away her life, Fiachra and Conn, from their mothers stomach were torn. Lir's sadness knew no bounds - he cried out to the night, Dearg was there to comfort
there were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there In a-laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was home Going home Where the New York
so lonesome I took some comfort there Lie la lie... Then I'm laying out my winter clothes And wishing I was gone Going home Where the New York City
s going to say: "I don't want you to end up like me, aching between the mystery of new planets to be explored and the comfort of this ancient discovery
comfort there, la la la la la la [repeat chorus] And I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone Going home Where the New York City winters
I was so lonesome I took some comfort there. CHORUS Then I'm laying out my winter clothes And wishing I was gone Going home Where the New York
it all Without your doubt, theres not much we can't do Reiterate it one more time I'm nothing, I'm nothing Find comfort in fiction Your story has
eyes told you the story of neglect and hate. when you have troubles at home,pour into the streets and find comfort in each other, our anarchist family. comfort
was so lonesome I took some comfort there Lie la lie... Then I'm laying out my winter clothes And wishing I was gone Going home Where the New
I am just a poor boy Though my story's seldom told I have squandered my resistance For a pocketful of mumbles Such are promises All lies and jests
[STORY: The night approached its end. The morning broke up over Rioda. We eleven sat together. Siroc committed suicide after he heard of Ratis dead.
