Lannigan's Ball. (Traditional, arranged Neil Anderson/Kirk McLeod) (excerpt in chorus from 'Delirium Tremens' by C. Moore). . Saint Patrick was a Gentleman.
The dust is settling now, I can see your expression. The look on your face is asking me how, how can you leave me here?. My words are falling to the ground, in one ear out the other.
Johnny Cope. (Traditional, arranged by Kirk McLeod). . Cope sent a message from Dunbar. Saying Charlie meet me if you dare. And I'll learn you the art of war.
"Joliet," she says, "Is the darkest part of a man". It's angry and slick into her letters writes. Through herself each time, she thinks of him. Trips her way down south into mystery's mouth.
I've been thinking it over, taking the time to find the words.. Getting closer to this God I serve.. Because He came over and God became a man,. coming in colors in black and white and red..
Hey man, you're so complicated and mean. Maybe your system needs adjustment. She is a famous people collector. I'm juggling J O B, The Judger. . Maybe the words don't mean a thing.
My home is where we used to meet. I'd talk to You and You'd talk to me. You revealed Your mysteries. I'd make promises I couldn't keep. And morning sleep it is my thief.
Jerusalem Rap. (Joe Dolan, arranged by Seven Nations). . I'm a stranger here from Ireland's shore. I've been on the road six months or me. Hikin', workin', travelin' in style.
My good looks won't save my kids. From their dad's predicament. They won't see my face like this. See my face as a shadow. . I could be wrong. Or I could be strong.
Staring at the stars late last night,. You placed them in the sky yet I'm all that's on Your mind.. Looking at the sand between my toes,. it's crazy that each one of those is a thought of peace..
Do you think that people get tired of themselves?. Is that why the T.V.s on all the time?. It dont take much to get it right back on track. But it wont fall from the sky right into your lap.
Heroes in Tennis Shoes. (Words and music by Kirk McLeod, arranged by Seven Nations). . Heroes in tennis shoes. Not everyone can play that game. But isn't it us who lose?.
I feel the wind blow, does anyone know?. Who it is breathing, sending us hope. . I see the sun, I found warmth in its light. (I found warmth). (In its light).
Green. (Kirk McLeod; arranged by K. McLeod/J. Amato/A. Wadeen). . C'mon Jamie we've got. We've got to hurry baby. We've got our tickets bought. We've got to make tracks lady.
What your mother say?. Never listen to me?. I know you want back in. You don't get it for free. . Did you better read the book. And hear what they say.
God. (Kirk McLeod). . No I never drink my poison. No I never let you see. No I never drink my poison. Unless it's good for me. No I never ponder confusion no.
I went back to the park where we used to sit and talk for hours. We'd laugh and make our plans, we swore that we'd be friends forever. But oh how things change, did you see this coming?.
From Clare To Here. (Ralph McTell). . There's four who share this room. And we work hard for the craic. Sleepin' late on Sunday's well I. Never get to mass.
The trees are bending in the angry wind that blows. Those big black clouds look like they're going to explode. I made this boat for us to ride until the storm goes away.
I leave my pride inside my mind. I let this fear surround me. I take this lifeless face you wear. And let it burn in my memory. A memory, a memory, a pain that blinds.