In the park I sat down withy my love, and not a thing was wrong. The sun shone down from above, and not a thing was wrong. And I go to where our voices
Well over the sea, and far away, Our kids die in deserts, they been sent that way, To guard oil rigs where the head cutters reign, And blow them away
I remember the rosary, the Catechism, and the stations of the cross, the plenary indulgence and i know it isn't this. Depression and nightmares and
What is called Queenstown is called the Cobh of Cork [4x], So I think I?d like some brandy and some port. [Chorus:] Well there?s nothing wrong with
[English part only:] Why spend your leisure bereft of pleasure A massing treasure why scrape and save? Why look so canny at ev'ry penny? You'll take
I sit alone I drink alone I was born alone I'll die alone I dream alone I heal alone I exist alone And maybe now that's a lot of alone to put up with
I can tell you how it feels to be a gypsy To live the Romany way your whole life through Busking ?round the world it leaves me thinking That it?s less
the wise ones, one and all, All the men and women of learning. All of learning the lazy ways, Of rag men and their brothers. Slothful artistic fools, Who were tossed
I?ll take the bucket to the well, Siobhan, oh Siobhan. For to boil your breakfast and to keep the cottage warm. And for the blend your whiskey, so you
The thunder cracks at the hills and plains, The rain does lash at your window pane. I am the ghost of your past refrain, I?m your conscience, let me
Well, I always remember, I never forget the memory of you and things I regret Replies that I wish that I could could retract, but it's times when I'm
I used to wonder where my da was at night When him and ma would start to fight Out soaked in 95th street beer It was the strap I had to fear As he would
I grew up in Dublin Town I fought my way out round by round with Shane Brown. Coke and smack dangerous boys The corner girls they used as toys Our Maggie
Like a Princess stuck in a factory There's nothin' here no for me Like a warted toad on a highway road The road seems never ending That's what appeals
Where do children go when they're not crying childish tears They go to paradise up above and live throughout the years But then where do they go when
Old Reilly stole a stallion But they caught him and they brought him back And they laid him down on the jailhouse ground With an iron chain around his
We'll live out our lives on this dirty old street, only because we just can't compete. But in the concrete of our younger days, we left our names. Just
Tough guy jackets piled high Bar room smoke and swinging thighs On the people they own the men's watchful eye Pool ball blast it's a hell of a high Room