The Way of Wisdom starts out. With a step of holy fear. And it makes its way alone. By every good word that you hear. . It has to do with passion. And it has to do with pain.
In the beginning was the beginning. And in it all began. All that they had was God and the garden. The woman and the man. . Before creation learned to groan.
To hear with my heart. To see with my soul. To be guided by a hand I cannot hold. To trust in a way that I cannot see. That's what faith must be. . When the universe fell from His fingertips.
Be gentle on the glass. There's beauty in those cracks. Smack dab at the heart of it. Similar to the opposite of. Emptiness and blue. It's plenty good of you.
I'm a travelling man, a-moving. You name it I've been there. And night and day I strive to sell my wares. Got nothing I can show you. Nothing you can wear.
Trouble in mind, I'm blue. But I won't be blue always,. 'Cause that sun is gonna shine in my back door someday.. . Now all you men's the same. But now I'm old enough to change my name..
There comes a time babe when we've gotta go. Our time has been. Great up till now but we've gotta go love. Hit the road and start another show. One too many mornings we've been lazing.
It's of a gentlemen soldier as a sentry he did stand. He saluted the fair maid be a wavin' of the hand. So boldly then he kissed and he passed it off as a joke.
I am come of the seed of the people, the people that sorrow;. Who have no treasure but hope,. No riches laid up but a memory of an ancient glory. My mother bore me in bondage, in bondage my mother was born,.
Farewell to Princes' landing stage River Mersey fare thee well. I am bound for California, a place I know right well. So fare thee well my own true love.
Make way for the Molly Maguires. They're drinkers, they're liars but they're men. Make way for the Molly Maguires. You'll never see the likes of them again.
'Twas down the glen one Easter morn. To a city fair rode I.. When armed line of marching men. In squadrons passed me by.. No pipes did hum, no battle drum.
Fine girl you are!. Adieu to you my Dinah a thousand times adieu. We`re going away from the Holy Ground and the girls that we love true. We will sail the South sea over and then return for sure.
A hungry feeling. Came o'er me stealing. All the mice were squealing. In my prison cell. . And the auld triangle went jingle-jangle. All along the banks of the Royal Canal.
The Band Played Waltzing Matilda, Eric Bogle. . When I was a young man I carried me pack. And I lived the free life of the rover. From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback.
The Wind doth blow today my love,. A few small drops the rain.. Never have i had but one true love,. In cold clay she is lain.. . I'll do as much for my true love,.
I've been a wild rover for many's the year. And I've spent all me money on whiskey and beer. But now I'm returning with gold in great store. And I never will play the wild rover no more.
In my memory I will always see. the town that I have loved so well. where our school played ball by the gasyard wall. and we laughed through the smoke and the smell..
Being lost. In your favourite town. Forgetting how. To get yourself around. Junky taste. Dealing at the bar. Swinging your hips. Shaking the stars. . Curse the hurt.
It's alright to take a hand. Guide you where you need to be. It's ok they'll understand. Long as you don't make them stop and see. . Behind lonely curtains.