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The Lothian Girl
03:36
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Well I went across the water, to try and find an Irish Coleen,
Now I'm sitting here in Tipperary, sipping the old Pocheen,
The old jam jar is empty, but the bottle's always full,
Trying to forget you, but my thoughts are always on you.
I cannot get to my love, a wall of water lies between,
I cannot get to my love, far across the deep blue sea.
Well the Dublin girls have locks like coal, and eyes that shine so blue,
But I ne'er saw any that did compare to one as bonny as you,
The Lothian Girl e'en as fair as The Rose of Tralee,
Far across the water, maybe she's thinking of me?
I cannot get to my love, a wall of water lies between,
And I cannot put down the bottle of cursed old Pocheen.
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The Meadows of Roscommon
02:42
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In the new age Celtic twilight, the dawn of stories about stories,
The poets and the mystics, invoke the gods of ancient glories, Not the heroes of the people, who sand their praises around the fire,
But the stories told over table cloths, Turning gold back into stone.
On the meadows of Roscommon, the stones still stand alone,
With their secrets carved in Ogham,In words that no-one knows,
And as the twilight fails, on the heroes and the kings,
I hear the strains of sadder songs, that no one ever sings.
Their crawling through the forest, collecting flowers in the dew,
And holding uo the sword, that never saw a fight,
And the myths that that know no time, Are reeling in their heads,
Spewing romance over coffee cups, Whilst the souls of pagans cry.
On the slopes of ancient Tara, the battlements will fall,
Wisdom lies in ruins, 'amongst the Bria and the thorn,
And as the twilight falls, on the heroes and the kings,
I hear the strains of sadder songs that no-one ever sings.
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Just For Today
04:51
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Well I don't go out a drugin' and I don't do no more drinking,
Cos I knew I had to change my ways, is quit that stinking' thinking,
Don't try to run on self will, all I do is make myself ill,
And get down on my knees and pray.
Well I went to a meetin' there were folk there sittin" greetin" *
An old timer said to me, "now boy just keep it simple"
Don't pick up the first drink, keep comin' back to meetings,
Get down on your knees every day.
If you think there's an easier softer way,
Then just get down on your knees and pray,
Cunning, baffling and powerful so they say,
You can do it just for today.
we admitted were powerless, and our lives were just a big mess,
Then we came to and saw we were insane,
So next we decided, even got quite excited,
Cos we knew that God was on our side.
After that we went and made a big list, of all the golf that made us feel pissed,
And we saw where we'd been wrong, blaming others for our troubles,
So we admitted to our selves that we were to blame,
Then we got down on our knees to pray.
f you think there's an easier softer way,
Then just get down on your knees and pray,
Cunning, baffling and powerful so they say,
You can do it just for today.
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Back Home
03:44
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Well I grew up in the Clwydian Hills, In those long summer days, with the evening chills,
When I started school we spoke Yn Cymraeg, sometimes we laughed, and sometimes we cried,
I didn't like the teacher cos he flicked my ear, But I Never ever felt that I had any fear.
How I miss that valley so fair, breathing in the. sweet mountain air,
And many a day I would spend up there, thinking of that girl with the long brown hair.
That summer so long, With the endless bird song,
Bring me back home........to where I belong.
Then I met that girl and her name was Nan, She had two sisters, Ceri and Rhian,
Away we used to walk both hand in hand, up the sunny mountain side, all over that land.
But then came the dat when my brother formed a band,
Back in'72 when we played and we jammed,
Then I had to choose between my guitar and my girl,
Cos my Daddy always told me that my oyster was the world.
How I miss that valley so fair, breathing in the. sweet mountain air,
And many a day I would spend up there, thinking of that girl with the long brown hair.
That summer so long, With the endless bird song,
Bring me back home........to where I belong.
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At The 70's Disco
02:46
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You wore a tank top and a flowery blouse, High waister loon pants and your platform shoes,
You looked so pretty with your feathered hair,
At the 70's Disco.
You called me over and we had a dance, Think it was Mud - Tiger Feet,
Or Ballroom Blitz, by The Sweet,
At the 70's Disco,
Got you a coke and we sat down, laughed at the people fooling' around,
The DJ's playing Ride A White Swan,
At the 70's Disco.
You had a quarter bottle of Gin, You took a swig and so. did I,
Then we lay down on the dewy grass,
Outside the 70's Disco.
I held you close to my racing heart, thought it was love but it went so quick,
Then we walked back along the winding street,
Back to the 70's Disco.
You in your tank top looking so fine, high waister loon pants and your platform shoes,
We made a date to met next time,
At the 70's Disco.
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Show The Light
05:48
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When I send these words to you, do you understand what I'm saying?
Have you ever been really blue, I mean so low you feel like praying.
Baby, I've been thinking about you, don't regret the past, I think you knew.
Every time I think of you, it brings a memory to my mind,
Every time that I'm with you, clouds pass away and show the light.
Never sent that letter to you, Perhaps that's best, I don't know,
I'm happy now and not so blue, Not trying to run the whole show
Baby, I've been thinking about you, don't regret the past, I think you knew.
Every time I think of you, it brings a memory to my mind,
Every time that I'm with you, clouds pass away and show the light.
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Speedway
03:22
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You used to like to watch the speedway, at least that's what I'm told,
On the racing track in Wimbledon, Somewhere near the CromwellRoad,
There was 7 of you in that terraced house, living with your mum and dad,
And I remember well the stories you told, when I was just a lad.
Grandma brought you up so well, in the faith that she believed,
I was baptised in Our Lady Queen of Peace, Who was always there in times of need.
You used to say the Rosary, softly underneath your breath,
You still remembered that prayer, right up till the hour of death,
Mother dear, your still so near, at your bedside when I said "I Love You"
I knew these were the words That you needed to hear so well.
Grandpa always worked so hard, he was always fixing cars,
At that terraced house in Wimbledon, as you watched hime from afar
You used to like to watch the speedway x3
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Emily
04:30
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Instrumental
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I left her on a hill side, the heather was in bloom, and we sat down by the burnside underneath the waning moon,
So I went back to the city, I couldn't call my home, I'm no stranger to her dark streets, Nor the dock yards where I roamed.
Many days have passed, you fade away,
You're just another dream.
As I walked out that morning, that fine morning back in June,
I remembered when we sat down underneath the waning moon.
Well it didn't take me long, to find another job,
Playing in a show band, just to earn a few bob.
I still had that old guitar, an American Fender Strat,
Playing Whiskey in the jar, I knew where I was at.
Many days have passed, you fade away,
You're just another dream.
As I walked out that morning, that fine morning back in June,
I remembered when we sat down underneath the waning moon.
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