1. |
Bright Blue Rose
04:39
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I skimmed across black water, without once submerging
Onto the banks of an urban morning
That hungers the first light, much much more
Than mountains ever do
And she like a ghost beside me goes down with the ease
of a dolphin
And emerges unlearned, unshamed, unharmed
For she is the perfect creature, natural in every
feature
And I am the geek with the alchemists stone
For all of you who must discover, for all who seek to
understand
For having left the path of others, you find a very
special hand
And it is a holy thing, and it is a precious time
And it is the only way
Forget-me-nots among the snow, it's always been and so
it goes
To ponder his death and his life eternally
For all of you who must discover
for all who seek to understand
For having left the path of others, you find a very
special hand
And it is a holy thing, and it is a precious time
And it is the only way
Forget-me-nots among the snow, it's always been and so
it goes
To ponder his death and his life eternally
One bright blue rose outlives all those
Two thousand years and still it goes
To ponder his death and his life eternally
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2. |
The Island
04:56
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They say the skies of Lebanon are burning.
Those mighty cedars bleeding in the heat.
They're showing pictures on the television.
Women and children dying in the street
And we're still at it in our own place.
Still trying to reach the future through the past.
Still trying to carve tomorrow from a tombstone...
But Hey! Don't listen to me!.
This wasn't meant to be no sad song.
We've heard too much of that before.
Right now I only want to be here with you.
Till the morning dew comes falling.
I want to take you to the island.
And trace your footprints in the sand.
And in the evening when the sun goes down
We'll make love to the sound of the ocean
They're raising banners over by the markets
Whitewashing slogans on the shipyard walls
Witchdoctors praying for a mighty showdown
No way our holy flag is gonna fall
Up here we sacrifice our children
To feed the worn-out dreams of yesterday
And teach them dying will lead us into glory...
Now I know us plain folks don't see all the story.
And I know this peace and love's just copping out.
And I guess these young boys dying in the ditches.
Is just what being free is all about.
And how this twisted wreckage down on main street.
Will bring us all together in the end.
And we'll go marching down the road to freedom....
Freedom
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3. |
The Contender
03:47
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When I was young, and I was in my day
I could steal what woman's heart there was away
I'd sing and dance until mornin' blaze away until the dawnin'
Long before I was the man you see today
I was born beneath the star that promised all
I could've lived my life between Cork Cobh and Youghal
But the Wheel of Fortune took me
And from the highest point it shook me
By the bottle live and by the bottle I shall fall
And there in the mirror on the wall
I see the dream is fadin'
From the contender to the brawl
The ring, the rose, the matador is ravin'
And when I die, I'll die a drunk down on the street
You can count me out to 10 in clear defeat
Oh, wrap the starry plow around me
And let the piper's air resound me
There I'll rest until the Lord of love I'll meet
And there in the mirror on the wall
I see the dream is fadin'
From the contender to the brawl
The ring, the rose, the matador is ravin'
Oh, wrap the starry plow around me
And let the piper's air resound me
There I'll rest until the Lord of love I'll meet
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4. |
Dainty Davey
03:38
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It was in and through the window broads,
And all the tirliewirlies o'd
The sweetest kiss that e'er I got
Was from my dainty Davie.
cho: O, leeze me on your curly pow
Dainty Davie, dainty Davie,
Leeze me on your curly pow,
My aim dainty Davie.
It was down amang my daddy's pease,
And underneath the cherry trees;
O there he kist me as he pleased,
For he was mine ain dear Davie.
When he was chased by a dragoon,
Into my bed he was laid doon,
I thought him worthy o' his room,
And he's ay my dainty Davie.
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5. |
Black is the Colour
03:54
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Black is the colour of my true love's hair,
Her lips are like some roses fair,
She's the sweetest smile, And the gentlest hands,
I love the ground, Whereon she stands.
I love my love and well she knows,
I love the ground, whereon she goes,
I wish the day, it soon would come,
When she & I could be as one.
Black is the colour of my true love's hair,
Her lips are like some roses fair,
She's the sweetest smile, And the gentlest hands,
I love the ground, Whereon she stands.
I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep,
For satisfied, I ne'er can be,
I write her a letter, just a few short lines,
And suffer death, a thousand times.
Black is the colour of my true love's hair,
Her lips are like some roses fair,
She's the sweetest smile, And the gentlest hands,
I love the ground, Whereon she stands.
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6. |
Nobody Knows
04:18
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Johnny's got high expectations
He's gonna rise
Everyone knows that Johnny is ready
He's ready to fly
Up on the rooftop he turns to the crowd
No one is waiting
No one is there
Nobody knows why Elvis threw it all away
Nobody knows what Ruby had to hide
Nobody knows why some of us get broken hearts
And some of us find a world that's clear and bright
You could be packed up and ready
Knowing exactly where to go
How come you miss the connection?
No use in asking, the answer is nobody knows
No use in asking, the answer is nobody knows
Johnny will keep his illusions
What else can he do?
And you can pretend that it would be different
If it happened to you
But up on the rooftop, it's a whole other world
And who could see heaven
And not want to stay?
Nobody knows why Elvis threw it all away
Nobody knows what Ruby had to hide
Nobody knows why some of us get broken hearts
And some of us find a world that's clear and bright
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7. |
The Nightvisiting Song
04:21
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I must away now, I can no longer tarry,
This morning's tempest, I have to cross,
I must be guided, without a stumble,
Into the arms I love the most
And when he came to his true love's dwelling,
He knelt down gently, upon a stone,
And through her window, he whispered lowly
Is my true lover within at home.
Wake up, wake up love it is thine own true lover,
Wake up, wake up love and let me in,
For I am tired love and oh so weary,
And more than near drenched to the skin.
She's raised her up, her down soft pillow,
She's raised her up, and she's let him in,
And they were locked in, each other's arms,
Untill that long night was past and gone.
And when that long night was pased and over
And when the small clouds, began to grow,
He's taken her hand and they kissed ands parted,
Then he saddled and mounted, and away did go.
I must away now, I can no longer tarry,
This morning's tempest, I have to cross,
I must be guided, without a stumble,
Into the arms I love the most
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8. |
Nancy Spain
05:01
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Of all the stars that ever shone
Not one does twinkle like your pale blue eyes
Like golden corn at harvest time your hair
Sailing in my boat the wind
Gently blows and fills my sail
Your sweet-scented breath is everywhere
Daylight peeping through the curtain
Of the passing night time is your smile
And the sun in the sky is like your laugh
Come back to me my Nancy
Linger for just a little while
Since you left these shores I've known no peace
Nor joy
No matter where I wander I'm still haunted
By your name
The portrait of your beauty stays the same
Standing by the ocean wondering where you've
Gone, if you'll return again
Where is the ring I gave to Nancy Spain?
On the day in Spring when snow starts to melt
And streams to flow
With the birds I'll sing this song
Then in the while I'll wander
Down by bluebell stream where wild flowers grow
And I'll hope that lovely Nancy will return
No matter where I wander I'm still haunted
By your name
The portrait of your beauty stays the same
Standing by the ocean wondering where you've
Gone, if you'll return again
Where is the ring I gave to Nancy Spain?
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9. |
The Parting Glass
04:52
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Of all the money that ere I had, I spent it in good company.
And of all the harm that ere I've done, alas was done to none but me.
And all I've done for want of wit, to memory now I cannot recall.
So fill me to the parting glass. Goodnight and joy be with you all.
Of all the comrades that ere I had, they're sorry for my going away,
And of all the sweethearts that ere I had , they wish me one more day to stay,
But since it falls unto my lot that I should rise while you should not,
I will gently rise and I'll softly call, "Goodnight and joy be with you all!"
Oh, if I had money enough to spend and leisure time to sit awhile
There is a fair maid in this town that sorely has my heart beguiled
Her rosey cheeks and ruby lips, she alone has my heart in thrall.
So fill me to the parting glass. Goodnight and joy be with you all.
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