THE HEART OF YOUR HOME. . He still smiles when he recalls. How the gold ring fit her finger. And they made that moment linger. That it's memory'd be strong.
"Oh, hold your tongue, dear Sally, as i gang tae the town. And I'll buy for you a jaunting car and a braw white muslin gown. I'll buy for you a jaunting car and a braw white muslin gown.
The mind's conceit has conquered all the real beauty. Grinning from a mask of hollowed bone. Where a human is somewhere to be found. But where I don't know.
Maybe live for the dark leaves. Shake the floor, the seeds come spinning down. All night, let's go all night. Through your hair giving me those green eyes.
Chor. - Green grow the rashes, O;. Green grow the rashes, O;. The sweetest hours that e'er I spend,. Are spent amang the lasses, O.. . There's nought but care on ev'ry han',.
I was standing on the shore, facing an open sea. I was listening to the sound of the waves breaking. And I thought of all the words that they were whispering.
Wha will ride wi' gallant Murray. Wha will ride for Geordie's sel'. He's the flower o' Glen Isla. And the darlin' o' Dunkeld. See the white rose in his bonnet.
There's many who talk of Freedom. And we have some it's true. But if you think it's fairly shared around. Then you don't have a clue,. No you just don't have a clue..
One last thing that you regretted,. Before it fell apart,. Despite your powers you hated being,. A stupid rock star,. Kitty Pryde so sweet and innocent,.
The old days have gone that had use for a man. Who supported his laird-ship, protectin' his land.. Who in times of unrest, would have died for his lord.
I was forced to wander because that I was poor. And to leave the hills of Caledonia seemed more than I could endure. And when that I was travellin oh what thought came to my mind.
It if wasn't for the ships that do sail, that do sail,. It if wasn't for the ships that do sail,. Dublin Lady wouldn't have to sit alone upon her stool,.
My darling, do not break your heart. Though I leave this Irish shore. Though their cruel laws may force us to part. Fate may join we two once more. . Take this farewell kiss as a token.
The curtain thins. Violins announce the score is over. The symphony clears the folded chairs. And walk towards the snack bar. And I forgot what the libretto was all about.
In the year '98, when our troubles were great. It was treason to be a Milesian.. And the black-whiskers said we would never forget. And our history shows they were Hessians..