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If life is a river and your heart is a boat
And just like a water baby, baby born to float And if life is a wild wind that blows way on high Then your heart is Amelia dying to fly Heaven knows no frontiers And I've seen heaven in your eyes And if life is a bar room in which we must wait 'Round the man with his fingers on the ivory gates Where we sing until dawn of our fears and our fates And we stack all the deadmen in self addressed crates In your eyes faint as the singing of a lark That somehow this black night Feels warmer for the spark Warmer for the spark To hold us 'til the day When fear will lose its grip And heaven has its way Heaven knows no frontiers And I've seen heaven in your eyes If your life is a rough bed of brambles and nails And your spirit's a slave to man's whips and man's jails Where you thirst and you hunger for justice and right Then your heart is a pure flame of man's constant night In your eyes faint as the singing of a lark That somehow this black night Feels warmer for the spark Warmer for the spark To hold us 'til the day when fear will lose its grip And heaven has its way And heaven has its way When all will harmonise And know what's in our hearts The dream will realise Heaven knows no frontiers And I've seen heaven in your eyes Heaven knows no frontiers And I've seen heaven in your eyes |
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INTRO: Fingerpick [Em-C-D-Em] [Em]True you ride the finest horse [C] I've ever seen [D]Standing sixteen one or two with [Em]eyes wild and green You ride the horse so well [C] hands light to the touch [D]I could ne---ver go with you no matter how I [Em]wanted to CHORUS [Em]Ride on, [C] see you, [D]I could ne---ver go with you no matter how I [Em]wanted to When you ride into the night without a trace behind Run your claw along my gut, one last time I turn to face an empty space, where once you used to lie And look for a spark that lights the dark Through a teardrop in my eye Chorus |
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In nineteen hundred and eighty six
There's not much for a chippie but swinging a pick And you can't live on love, on love alone So you sail cross the ocean, away cross the foam To where you're a Paddy, a Biddy or a Mick Good for nothing but stacking a brick Your best mate's a spade and he carries a hod Two work horses heavily shod Oh I'm missing you I'd give all for the price of a flight Oh I'm missing you under Piccadilly's neon Who did you murder, are you a spy? I'm just fond of a drink helps me laugh, helps me cry So I just drink red biddy for a permanent high I laugh a lot less and I'll cry till I die All ye young people now take my advice Before crossing the ocean you'd better think twice Cause you can't live without love, without love alone The proof is round London in the nobody zone Where the summer is fine, but the winter's a fridge Wrapped up in old cardboard under Charing Cross Bridge And I'll never go home now because of the shame Of misfit's reflection in a shop window pane |
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Adam's at the window
Staring at teh apple trees on fire Waiting for the windfall That brings the smile of kings and their desire Door blows in behind him A floral pattern summer dress so gay Burning in the sunlight Too late to wait For darkenss won't delay To steal her cherry lips away For while the coareless tongues of sunlight Slowly trickle down The curve of hips her fingertips In kissing sips we drown In kissing sips we drown Chorus: And Adam will have his way Adam will have his way Adam's on the island Living in the land of love Shadows lurk around him Drunk on the royal jelly of pure love Full and ripe the fruit hang For when the prince arrives he will want more And more and more he will drink from the canvas cup The son of a swan will then loose his plumera And he will wear a new age suit And haunt the joints in town And play a silver magic flute And call his lovers down And call his lovers down Chorus: And Adam will have his way Adam will have his way Adam will have his way Adam's at the easel Painting in the wrinkles and the grey Waiting for November Easy with the darkness of the day Smiles a tear of gladness And Adams at the window once again Burning in the sunlight Too late to wait For darkness won't delay To steal her cherry lips away For while the careless tongues of sunlight Slowly trickle down The curve of hips, her fingertips In kissing sips we drown In kissing sips we drown Chorus... Repeat Chorus... |
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Tumbling curls of green by stained glass streaming light,
And a yellow coloured lampshade-used to keep us up all night, And the smile upon your face, a tear upon your cheek, And the night sky on the window-your heart calling out to me. Chorus Come running home again Katie, come running home again, Cross my heart and hope to die, shall I cause another tear from your eye? The mirror that wont talk and your nightgown on the door, The old pedal singer just dont sing no more, You can roll the reels for hours, from the movie from this book, It's a question mark on this heart of mine, sends an elder back to look. Chorus(followed by immediate): Katie. Now I'm looking through a tunnel back into the room, With the genius of a Druid, when the sunlight floods the tomb, And I'm never going back there, and I couldn't any way, 'Cause though I made the great escape, I never got away. Chorus |
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