You know I never, I've never seen you look so good. You never act the way you should. But I like it. And I know you like it too. The way that I want you.
And I cant seem to remove this frown. As though there is an anchor. Weighing it down.. So maybe Ill pack my bags. And leave this sorry town. And sever the chains that hold me to the ground..
I come old friend from hell tonight. Across the rotting sea. Nor the nails of the cross, nor the blood of Christ. Can bring you help this eve. . The dead have come to claim a debt from thee.
Too many sad days. Too many Tuesday mornings. I thought of you today. I wished it was yesterday morning. I thought of you today. And I dreamt you were dressed in mourning.
In the rosy parks of England we'll sit and have a drink. Of V P wine and cider 'till we can hardly think. And we'll go where spirits take us to Heaven or to Hell.
The sun slips through the broken blinds. Through the dusty panes. And casts a shadow across the bed. Where you and I once lay. . Your perfume lingers though you've gone.
Tosspint rises early. Sprung from a nightmare's claw. Thrice crows the dawn cock. The mist is on the moor. . Tosspint cries from croaking gills. Thank God I'm not forsaken.
The night is dark, the moon is full. Across the blood red plain. And every step and every breath. Brings me nearer home. . Those spirits watch me on my way.
The night is dark, the moon is full. Across the blood red plain. Every step and every breath. Brings me nearer home. The spirits watch me on my way. They whisper on the wind.
The island it is silent now. But the ghosts still haunt the waves. And the torch lights up a famished man. Who fortune could not save. . Did you work upon the railroads?.
The guests are stood in silence. They stare and drink their wine. On the wall the canvas hangs. Frozen there in time. . They marvel at the beauty. The horror and despair.
Seen the carnival at Rome. Had the women, I had the booze. All that I can remember now. Is little kids without no shoes. . So, I saw that train and I got on it.
The snakes they can crawl and the cheetahs they can bawl. And their ghosts can wait for the hereafter. But if you are so proud as to say that's not allowed.
McCormack and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed. There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head. There's devils on each side of you with bottles in their hands.
'Twas in the merry month of June from me home I started. Left the girls of Tuam nearly broken hearted. Saluted father dear, kissed me darling mother. Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother.
Let grasses grow and waters flow. In a free and easy way,. But give me enough of the rare old stuff. That's made near Galway Bay,. Come gangers all from Donegal,.
Of all the money that e'er I spent. I've spent it in good company. And all the harm that ever I did. Alas, it was to none but me. . And all I've done for want of wit.
When I first came to London, I was only sixteen. With a fiver in my pocket and my ol' dancin' bag. I went down to the dilly to check out the scene. But I soon ended upon the old main drag.
I am a young fellow that's easy and bold,. In Castletown Conner I'm very well known;. In Newcastle West I spent many a night. With Kitty and Judy and Mary..
With every part of mine. Fall away with every bit of you. I miss me. Give me some place to find. I'll meet cold everyday. . Think of all. I need you around.