The lark in the clear air : to my sister margaret. . Dear thoughts are in my mind. And my soul soars enchanted. As I hear the sweet lark sing. In the clear air of the day.
You say you want to be friends. That's a newly sharpened blade. That's a dagger to the heart. Of the promises we made. . That's a chapter full of pain.
He really does shine. For the ladies with painted faces. He spends his time being seen. In all the right places. . You only get to know him nearly. There can't be anyone who knows him, really.
The holly and the ivy when they are both full grown. Of all the trees that are in the wood, the holly bears the crown. . The rising of the sun and the running of the deer.
Got some cash in my pocket. And it's burnin' a hole. Got the boss on my back. And it's gettin' real old. This week's been hell. But I'll party it out of my mind.
Why say you were blinded? Do you think I don't know?. One day you'll come runnin' with no place to go. I say, "I don't mind it, I just won't let it show.
The harp that once : to oombayga and family. . The harp that once through tara's halls. The soul of music shed. Now hangs as mute on tara's walls. As if that soul were fled.
There is a voice in the silence. A voice ever calling. A voice like the song of a far distant sea. A music the soul. Of the wild breakers roaring. If floats like a dream.
Take it easy going down the stairs, I find my way. Just a small light from the open door. I can leave the world behind but only by one floor. . In the shadows everything is clear, I'm almost there.
I guess I'm just a little bit scared. I guess I'm not as strong as I thought. When I see you lying there I worry about losing you. I used to think of only me but that was long ago.
Let me tell you 'bout a lady that I know. Who stood tall and proud beside me down many a dead end road. Never asking more than I could give. And never once complaining about the way we had to live.
How do you do young willie mcbride,. Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside,. And rest for a while 'neath the warm summer sun,. I've been walking all day and I'm nearly done.
Sitting in your easy chair, looking at the wall. Thinking of the things that might have been. And as you wish your life away with dreams of mystic gold.
Let me tell you 'bout a lady that I know. Who stood tall and proud beside me down many a dead end road. Never asking more than I could give. And never once complaining about the way we had to live.
By a lonely prison wall. I heard a young girl calling,. 'michael, they are taking you away.. For you stole travelyns corn,. So the young might see the morn,.
My love for you has spread across. My every move, my every thought. Like a fire the wind has caught. As I begin. . To give you all of who I am. Your every touch is my command.
Don't know what you've been thinkin'. Don't know what has been said. Something happening to me. Can't get you out of my head. . People 'round you are smiling.
My brave lad sleeps in his faded coat of blue;. In a lonely grave unknown lies the heart that beat so true. He sank faint and hungry among the famish'd brave.
I was twelve when daddy said to me. Don't take to drinkin boy that road don't lead nowhere. And don't you ever let me hear you swear. Don't you dare. .
The Dutchman's not the kind of man. To keep his thumb jammed in the dam. That holds his dreams in. But that's a secret only Margaret knows. . When Amsterdam is golden in the morning.