Winter tells its truth to anyone who'll listen. It will whisper to you slowly when the light is low. And I will sit and wonder over everything I've written.
Don? t Set Foot Over the Railway track. . Don? t set foot over the railway track. The heathens and the spin doctors are waiting round the back. The skies are always sullen and rain races to the tarmac.
Dont Set Foot Over the Railway track. . Dont set foot over the railway track. The heathens and the spin doctors are waiting round the back. The skies are always sullen and rain races to the tarmac.
Gabardine roses, tortured vines. The sun has been hiding all this time. Thought that I'd see you again somehow. But the dirt is your lover now. . And outside the all night in an orchestra of rain.
You know it's generally known. You got everything at home. Kisses out of desperation. Bring you more aggravation. And you don't come close. You don't come close.
Friday's humming summer. And the whiskey sun is running. out the night sky. I am here watching your form. Slowly pacing in the dawn. as all the stars die.
Did you feed my cow? (Yes, Ma-am). Could you tell me how? (Yes, Ma-am). What did you feed her? (Corn and Hay). What did you feed her? (Corn and Hay). .
He is in the pain, He is in the need. He is in the poor we are told to feed. Though He was rich, for us He became poor. How could He give so much, what was it for?.
A troubled wind has chilled my heart. Killed our love right from the start. And visions of your face. Twist in my mind into knots of silken lace. . A chance to win a hand so fair.
Freedom fighters speak with your tongues. Sing with the might of the wind. In your lungs, do you hear me now?. My mama told me, papa said it too. Son, the world's divided and you know.
'Twas down by the Glenside I met an old woman. A plucking young nettles she ne'er saw me coming. I listened a while to the song she was humming. Glory o glory o to the Bold Fenian Men.
I met my love by the gasworks wall. Dreamed a dream by the old canal. I kissed my girl by the factory wall. Dirty old town. Dirty old town. . Clouds are drifting across the moon.
I remember the night that he came in from the wintery. Cold and damp. A giant of a man in an oilskin coat, and a bundle that. Told he was a tramp. He stood at the bar and he called a pint, then turned.
"Are you looking for a dreamer. Or just s pretender?", she smiled. "Can we start off just living. One day at a time?". Well, she held out her hand. Said "If you're my kind of man.
I'm going home to you. I've been trying to find my way. I've been crawling back to your place. I don't mind your wandering eyes. You can do whatever you like.
Chorus. Don't you fret, little baby. We're going back. Don't you fret, little baby. We're going back. How'd we ever know life would be like that. Don't you fret, little baby.
Are you asking for pleasure?. Splashed across the parking lot?. Let me grab my rifle and aim for the tender spot. Watch you dance into the river. Swinging your arms like a chain.
You let them down. How could you believe. That one's precious life. Is just wild and free. No arrow to walk no hymn left to sing. You've been made to think twice.
Every night I'd lay down to bed. And see my Daddy up ahead. A little light coming down the road. I knew the lantern was guiding him home. . A steel rail worker, my Father stood tall.
There she found me sitting in a parking lot. With a 40 in my palm. Drinking like I'm trying to forget. Or maybe remember how to hold my head high. Or maybe remember how to hold my head high.