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The headlights swing across the
naked headth. Through the silent miles the empty spaces. With the drinking boys. The dancing wine. Somewhere outside the laughing glass burns in your eye. Elvis is still the king the long road home. The flushed caress the trmbling heart. She's in your arms electric chord's accordian bands |
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Like shadows on the wall
you come and you go through the streets and the rain that falls down on our sin no more good-byes forever this way whenever the greatest flame in the world starts burning this is our life, and our time and nothing, is ever going to break us now we're on our own always in your eyes a waking of souls we gaze out on the road that brought us up to this place the signposts never change we'll go where they lead whenever the day to break us comes we'll not give in this is our life, and our time and nothing, is ever going to break us now we're on our own live the day when the flame is strong live the day when the flame is strong come the day when love is gone take it over, take it over this is our life, and our time and nothing, is ever going to break us now we're on our own this is our place, in our lives and no one can ever change this moment or pull this mountain to the ground this is our life, this is our time and no one can ever change this moment |
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You ask me to believe in magic
Expect me to commit suicide of the heart And you ask me to play this game without question Raising the stakes on this shotgun roulette But you came to me like the ways of children Simple as breathing, easy as air Now the years hold no fears, like the wind they pass over Loved, forgiven, washed, saved Every river I try to cross Every hill I try to climb Every ocean I try to swim Every road I try to find All the ways of my life I'd rather be with you There's no way Without you |
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You can talk the tongue of angels
You can walk the thin white line Raid your hearts imaginations Let your thoughts live and run wild Now all I see is the station And the boats with the sun in their wake Looking out on Scalpay dawning And you drenched in the rain of grace Walked down the pier road to the deep sea It was a long confused embrace But I have seen an awesome beauty I've seen the tears turn to wine on your face And I wondered and I trembled As you held me so close in your arms With a love that held more learning Than I could ever understand Still the grass grows tall in the dream fields, But after all is said and done, The only thing that ever matters Is to love and to be loved Still the grass grows tall in the dream fields But after all is said and done The only thing that ever matters Is to love and to be loved I crossed the big years and the waters For a new and happy land Trading all that fire of living For the fickle and the bland Now I know that there's nothing Can evermore put worth in your time If the spirit never woos Or moves your paths divine Still the grass grows tall in the dream fields But after all is said and done The only thing that ever matters Is to love and to be loved. |
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When I'm away please take good
care of my heart. And when I'm gone say a prayer for love. 'Cause there's cities and clouds in my eyes. The empty streets and the raining nights. Wherever the highway unwinds I'll keep coming home. Love on a wire. Strangers walk out on the town. Long distance words. Outside leave the night to the young. Cause its touchdowns runways and roads. The bright lights the silver and gold. Wherever the moment goes cold I'll keep coming home. I'll keep coming home to you |
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What makes me walk through Ireland's shrines
And Ireland's holy shores To see a country crucified Your beauty crowned in thorns And as I watch that wonderous cross That's been hewn down and severed in two There's something here That draws me near To wear the green for you To see you there blood brother Gael The face, the tongue my own Many places in my own country Could not make me feel more at home Laughter and music through the night Your freedom in the dark Tonight I swear I'd gladly wear The green next to ma heart From the long and rolling Antrim hills Through the wilds of Donegal The songs of history are sung Every stone on every wall But here in our land how can we stand And wash our hands of shame When the sins of generations fall Across the green like rain Here one world window opens wide And demons they show face Some of your men have taken seeds of truth And planted fields of hate This way has never won a war And I fear that when the harvest comes You'll see your freedom fall on stoney ground And the green overgrown |
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Sun comes up on these mountain braes
And it's breaking on the high ground And the rolling road And the rolling river Are all that I have to hold There in your arms There in your arms I went walking in the world The voice of many waters In the waking cascade In the breathing we wait On the rolling road On the rolling road May you always be freedom On the rolling road And the rolling river Are all that I have to hold There in your arms There's a presence in the wind And it holds all departed And I'm here in the power And the long passing hour The light rushing in Great great gentle giver All the craving I see Falling way beyond me On the rolling road On the rolling road May you always be freedom And the rolling road And the rolling river Are all that I have to hold There in your arms There in your arms |
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Head of ribbons running down the brae
In the morning, in the morning Barefoot sisters and a milking pail Turning around At the weekend the boats come in From the herring, from the herring Wives and family and the table laid Turning again Forever you'll be eyes of blue In the circle of your youth Picking every blade of truth Down the Newton road War is over and the boys come home From the fighting, from the fighting Love letters and a great unknown Turning again Counting your blessings at the village hall To the dancing, to the dancing A lot of loving and a lot of soul Turning again Forever you'll be eyes of blue In the circle of your youth Picking every blade of truth Down the Newton road You took your beauty and your heart of gold To the altar, to the altar Bound forever in an August vow Turning around The skies of summer shone around your door Little children, little children Three men who couldn't love you more Turning again Forever you'll be eyes of blue In the circle of your youth Picking every blade of truth Down the Newton road One door opens and another closes Oh the parting, oh the parting New arrivals and a family grown Turning around Head of ribbons running down the brae In the morning, in the morning Pulling moments from the clock of faith Turning again Forever you'll be eyes of blue In the circle of your youth Picking every blade of truth Down the Newton road Forever you'll be eyes of blue In the circle of your youth Picking every blade of truth Down the Newton road |
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It's all over now, no more summers in heaven
After World War Two wed and a life of ups and downs I see it now, precious even on paper A young man and his bride and someone to make time stand still All things remain to ignore and outlive you From the man in the moon to the greenhills outside your door Alone you came so alone you must go now There's no mountain on earth can ever outlive your soul I know you well, you'll be nothing but grateful Never let it be said they were spent in thoughtless ways Warm winds blow 'cross the ties that bind forever For a place in the sun and for the hearts of love a home But now I know and I don't want to believe it Where does it leave you now That the precious years are gone |
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Beside the braes of dawn
One clear new morning Down where the lilies stood in bloom I knew that I was just a stranger in this world A wind just passing through So we dared to stay In these golden ways We never never knew what to do And the world kept coming screaming All it's news at me Well, now I've got news for you So let me take you down to the dancing floor You can walk out on the crowd Let us waltz away what's left of the living years In celebration of the loved No nothing's all that it seems In the strands and the waves Our steps renewed our lips confess We were stranded at the alter of unknown delights Down on the road to happiness And as the sunlight fills The highland hills It's all become so clear somehow That the days we spend Were not made to end We stand forever in thier glow So let me take you down to the dancing floor You can walk out on the crowd Let us waltz away what's left of the living years In celebration of the loved It's all glitz and sparkle down on the dancing floor We can turn our lives around Just leave behind that wretch that you have been With the fool that I'd become Now the hours are few And the days can be so cruel (so cruel) Yes, the night are getting long (the nights are getting long) And that joy that you would always bring It'll always keep me strong So let me take you down to the dancing floor You can walk out on the crowd Let us waltz away what's left of the living years In celebration of the loved It's all glitz and sparkle tonight on the dancing floor We can turn our lives around Just leave behind that wretch that you have been With the fool that I'd become |
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Comhla rium
A tha thu an drasd Mo shuilean duinte, mo chuimhne dan Nam sheasamh a' coimhead Gach cnoc is gach traigh Is an siol a dh'fhag thu ann a 'fas Tha an garradh lan Le craobhan treun Le meas a' fas dhuinn ann ri bhuain Ubhlan abaich Milis geur Ach tha aon ubhal nach ruig sinn idir air Is co 'nar measg A mhaireas la Seachad air am is air oidhche fhein A liuthad uair A shreap mi suas Airson an ubhal as airde chur gu beul Seididh gaoth is dearrsaidh grian Tro mheas nan craobhan lin gu lin Ach thig an la is thig an t-am Airson an ubhal as airde Air a' chraobh a bhuain The Highest Apple At present All you were is with me My eyes closed, my memory confident Standing here watching Each hill and shoreline With the seed you left Still growing The garden is well stocked With mighty trees With fruit growing for the whole world Ripe, sweet And bitter apples And the one apple That is beyond reach Who amongst us Can exist a single day Beyond our own time and our own limits Countless and futile Are times I've climbed To reach and taste The forbidden fruit The winds will blow And the sun will shine From generation to generation Through the trees of the garden But the day and the hour Will surely come To take the highest apple From the knowledge tree |
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The roll of the wind
As we sail across the water The roll of the sea As we're taken through the night The dimming lamp of day Leaves the crimson foam and spray Across the face of the mighty Atlantic In this cradle we found love In our lifetimes we were broken By the spirit we were turned Here we touched the hope divine And in the rapture and the charm Came the tranquil and the calm On the rage of the mighty Atlantic Deepest grave, supreme deceiver Brave new worlds and cursed emotion Let your people go, bring me a saviour White doves rise above the ocean The brightness of the lights As they stretch across the water The excitement of the night As we're carried through the seas There's a welcome lies in store The strongest arms I've ever known In the homes of the mighty Atlantic For the roll it is gentle As the waves, they guide you over Full new moon across the stern flag Our different worlds in constant motion The roll of the wind As we sail across the waters The roll of the sea As we're taken through the night I'm coming home it's late And you know I just can't wait For the shores of the mighty Atlantic For the shores of the mighty Atlantic For the shores of the mighty Atlantic |
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Chaneil an t-adhar os cionn
Lunnainn a nochd soileir no dorch. Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh. Gun sgial air coinneal mor latha no reultan na h-oidhche. Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh. An sea s'am baile gun chadal gun fhois is gun saorsa. Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh. Casan a' gluasad an abhainn an tuil. Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh. Na cuibhlichean's cabhaig a tionndaidh gun sgur. Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh. Cus ag adhradh beairteas air altair an tshaoghail. Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh. Cach gun dochas gun dachaidh air sraidean gun ghaol. Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh. Leis gach dath s'gach creideamh gach cainnt as gach cearn. Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh. Gach ceist is gach freagairt sios an abhainn gu cuan. Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh |
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In the distance day was dawning,
Comes to me the early morning, Something tells me that I'm going home The brand new sun shining bright From the darkness fields of light Something tells me that I'm going home Going home When the summer's coming in And the moonlight on the river Shows me where I've been Soft the rain is gently falling Lightly cross the city morning I get the feeling that I'm going home Across the moorlands, past the mountains, O'er the rivers, beside the new streams, Something tells me that I'm going home Going home When the summer's coming in And the moonlight on the river Shows me where I've been Going home When the summer's coming in And the moonlight on the river Shows me where I've been As the train is rolling nearer Ah, the feeling just to be there, Something tells me that I'm going home Now the skylines reach my eyes The ridge stands out in highland skies I just can't believe I'm going home. |
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By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond Where me and my true love spent many happy days On the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond. T'was there that we parted in yon shady glen On the steep sides of Ben Lomond Where in purple hue the Highland hills we view And the moon glints out in the gloaming. You'll take the high road and I'll take the low road And I'll be in Scotland afore ye Where me and my true love will never meet again On the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond. Where wild flowers spring and the wee birdies sing On the steep steep side of Ben Lomond But the broken heart it kens nae second spring Though resigned we may be while we're greetin'. You'll take the high road and I'll take the low road And I'll be in Scotland afore ye Where me and my true love will never meet again On the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond. You'll take the high road and I'll take the low road And I'll be in Scotland afore ye Where me and my true love will never meet again On the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond. On the bonnie bonnie banks |
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