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Starling Bridge
02:44
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Starling Bridge (2.42)
Autumn evening on the Albertbridge Road
I’m looking at the Lagan and its heavy water flow
Autumn evening I’m heading for the train
I‘ve left by bridges burning I won’t be back here again
Autumn evening and the sun is going down
I’m lifted by the starlings as they swoop and sweep around
Where you going little bird, is there something you have heard
Wish that I could spread my wings and fly away with you
Where you going little one, looks like you’re still having fun
Like a million little voices changing my mind
An Autumn evening and the light is changing
And the lights are changing
And I’m changing my mind
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2. |
Éalú
02:52
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Éalú (2.50)
He will not hear the bittern cry
In the wild sky, where he’s lain
Or the voices of the sweeter birds
Above the wail of the rain
Éalú
Éalú an ein
He will not know when March wind blows
Through slanting snow so shrill
That flame the weeping golden cup
Of the upset daffodil
Éalú
Éalú an ein
When the storm is over
The fighting done
We’ll heal our wounds in the morning sun
And these broken bones and chains
Won’t hold us
Éalú
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3. |
Invisible
03:13
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Invisible (3.11)
Early morning another dead end street
Wake to the sound of a million feet
They’re wearing me down with every step they take
Won’t look in my eyes for heaven’s sake
They can’t see me
Do don’t know who I am
Invisible
Everyday it’s the same routine
Pack up my gear, get out of here
I’m fading away, by the weather worn
Looking at me with their pity and scorn
But they don’t see me
They don’t know who I am
Invisible
They can’t see me
They don’t know me at all
Invisible
Maybe some day I'll get my life on track
Maybe by then you will have me back
O you are the one thing that I hold on to
I'm slipping away here without you
Can you see me
Do you know where I am
Invisible
Fading, fading, fade
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4. |
Bees Wing
04:24
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Beeswing (4.22)
I was 18 when I came to town they called the summer of love
They were burning babies, burning flags, the hawks against the doves
I took a job at a steamy, way down on Caltrim Street
And I fell in love with a laundry girl who was working next to me
She was a rare thing fine as a beeswing
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
A lost child, she was running wild
She said as long as theres no price on love I’ll stay
You wouldn’t want me any other way
Brown hair zig zagged around her face and a look of half surprise
Like a fox caught in the headlights, there was animal in her eyes
She said to me Oh can’t you see I’m not the factory kind
And if you don’t take me out of here, I’ll surely lose my mind
She was a rare thing fine as a beeswing
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
A lost child, she was running wild
She said as long as theres no price on love I’ll stay
You wouldn’t want me any other way
We busked around the market towns fruit picking down in Kent
We could tinker pots and pans or knives wherever we went
We were camping down the Gower one time, work was pretty good
She wouldn’t stay for the harvest, I thought we should
I said that we should settle down, get a few acres dug
Fire burning in the hearth and babies on the rug
She said oh man, you foolish man that surely sounds like hell
You might be lord of half the world you’ll not own me as well
She was a rare thing fine as a beeswing
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
A lost child, she was running wild
She said as long as theres no price on love I’ll stay
You wouldn’t want me any other way
We were drinking more in those days, tempers reached a pitch
Like a fool I let her run away when she got the rambling itch
The last I heard she was sleeping rough, back on the Derby beat
A bottle of white horse in her pocket, a wolfhound at her feet
They say she even married once to a man named Romanie Brown
Even a gypsy caravan was too much settling down
They say her rose has faded, hard weather and hard booze
Well maybe thats the price you pay for the chains that you refuse
She was a rare thing fine as a bees wing
And I miss her more than ever words could say
If I could just taste, all that wildness now
If I could hold her in my arms today
I wouldn’t want her any other way
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5. |
Home
02:42
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Home (2.40)
A little lost a little confused
Little more for me to lose
And then I close my eyes and I dream of home
Through the quiet of the gloam
It carries me home
And it carries me home
Home
When I’m home ooo
When I’m home ooo
And you’re there with me I can see
The way it’s meant to be
When I’m home ooo
When I’m home ooo
And you’re there with me I can see
A little lost, a little confused
Little more for me to lose
And then I close my eyes and I dream of ways
To make it through the haze
It carries me home
And it carries me home
Home
When I’m home ooo
When I’m home ooo
And you’re there with me I can see
The way it’s meant to be
When I’m home ooo
When I’m home ooo
And you’re there with me I can see
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6. |
Doaghbeg
03:08
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Doaghbeg (3.06)
Stand here on the Doaghbeg strand
The wind blows me the memory of your face
This has become a lonely place
The sand it gently moves to cover
Every trace of where you used to stand
Before you left this broken land
And as the sun sets over Mulroy Bay
I think of you with the passing of each day
It didn’t need to be this way
The day begins to fade and I see
The first star light shining in the west
I know you thought it for the best
The moon climbs over Fanad Head
I watch your ghost pass gently out to sea
Never to return, to me
I pray this night will be the last
As daylight breaks I finally sleep in peace
Only then, am I released
Stand here on the Doaghbeg
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7. |
Black Mountain
02:57
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Black Mountain (2.55)
Dark cloud hangs over Black Mountain
See this city lying in its shadow
Thinking about it, that’s how it’s always been
Cold cold wind blows in from the North side
And tears apart this city and its people
Thinking about it, that’s how it’s always been
Nothing’s changed
Nothings really changed
See this river, see it flow like a cold knife
Cut this city straight down the middle
Thinking about it, that’s how it’s always been
And the children they’re still leaving from the dock side
Eyes so wide their faces full of wonder
Thinking about it that’s, how it’s always been
Nothing’s changed
Nothings really changed
Nothing’s changed
Nothing
Dark cloud hangs over Black Mountain
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8. |
The Garden
04:27
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The Garden (4.25)
Early, early morning through the half-light alone
Through the tall gates and towers of this place they called home
With the sun gently rising, like a moth to a flame
I am drawn to the garden, to the garden of shame.
We were young and in love, everything had made sense
How would anyone imagine the consequence
For they told us we must leave you, only had ourselves to blame
Now I stand here old and weary in this garden of shame.
Suffering young woman, such rejection and scorn
And suffer little children from their mothers they were torn
Taken from those loving arms, the strong were rehomed and renamed
While the weak buried in limbo, in those gardens of shame
‘Cherish all the children of the nation equally’
These words were proclaimed, by a nation to be free
And still our leaders, saints & scholars claim it wasn’t in their name
While I stand here with the angels in the garden of shame
They said times a healer, they said go to your mass,
And pray for forgiveness, that the pain and sorrow pass
But as my tears and dewdrops mingle in this garden without name
Its only you my sleeping angel, tell me I am not to blame.
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9. |
Rarogan
05:09
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Rarogan (5.07)
Remember clearly all those early days
Smell of grass as it turned into hay
Sound of wood burning on an open fire
Watching the sparks climbing higher higher
Remember playing in the hazel glen
Every field had a name and a game
Chasing dreams around the fairy ring
And we’d laugh
Those were such precious times
When we thought we were the Kings of Tyrone
Maybe you have forgotten
Summer days when we played in the fields of Rarogan
Remember following you to the higher ground
There we looked out over the land
You told me you could see six counties there
And we’d stare
Those were such precious times
When we thought we were the Kings of Tyrone
Maybe you have forgotten
Summer days when we played in the fields of Rarogan
I remember walking in your footsteps
Just a boy trying walk like a man
We shared names and we shared quiet times
And we’d dream
Those were such precious times
When we thought we were the Kings of Tyrone
Maybe you have forgotten
Summer days when we played in the fields of Rarogan
And when you finally had to leave you
Carried you to the head of the land
Looked out over the six counties there
And we stared
Those were such precious times
When we thought we were the Kings of Tyrone
Maybe you have forgotten
Maybe you have forgotten
Do you remember those summer days just before
The last September
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10. |
Belfast Mountains
04:20
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Belfast Mountains (4.20)
Down by the banks of Clady I heard a maid complain
Setting forth her lamentations, down by yon purling stream
Saying here am I confined by constant binds of love
All for a handsome sailor boy who did inconstant prove
And oh you Belfast Mountains can you bring me no relief
Have you got no tongue to flatter with or ease me of my grief
Have you got no tongue to flatter with or ease me of my pain
For it's hard to love an old sweetheart and not be loved again
She twined her arms around my neck just as we were going to part
She twined her arms around my neck saying you're my own sweetheart
She twined her arms around my neck like the branches on yon vine
Saying Jamie, cruel Jamie you have broke this heart of mine
And oh you Belfast Mountains can you bring me no relief
Have you got no tongue to flatter with or ease me of my grief
Have you got no tongue to flatter with or ease me of my pain
For it's hard to love an old sweetheart and not be loved again
And may you never prosper and may you never thrive
At any job that you take in hand at just as long as you're alive
May the very ground you walk upon have the grass refuse to grow
For you're the provocation for my sadness, grief and woe
And oh you Belfast Mountains can you bring me no relief
Have you got no tongue to flatter with or ease me of my grief
Have you got no tongue to flatter with or ease me of my pain
For it's hard to love an old sweetheart
Hard to love an old sweetheart
And not be loved again
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