Oh, the traveller moving on the land, behold I give you, I give you the travelling man.. And he's very heavy laden with the questions in his burden.. Lo, and I give you the travelling man..
I went down to the hiring fair for to sell my labour,. And I noticed a maid in the very next row and I hoped she'd be my neighbour.. Imagine then my delight when the farmer picked us both..
Takes a glass of Tequila to raise up my spirits. When I get down I'm drinking them two at a time. 'Til I swear that I feel like a poor drowning sailor.
This summer will be different I will move across the town. Promenade above the beach until my face turns brown. With my hands in my pockets and a casual stroll from the town beach to the dock.
A man without a job is a stranger to the seasons. The April rain will soak you like the worst November brings. And we're tired of the excuses and the carefully worded reasons.
Have you seen the old man in the closed down market. Picking up the papers with his worn out shoes. In his eyes you see no pride and hanging loosely at his side.
Don't leave Martin alone tonight. Just because he looks all right. I've seen him look like this before. And if he says he wants to be alone. At least try to walk with him home.
Give me sweet forgiveness. And I think that it might. If not relieve all the pain that I feel. At least help me to sleep tonight.. . Come down like an angel.
This year in my garden I grow peppers and tomatoes,. Peppers and tomatoes, they grow together well,. And my neighbours all around me they grow beans and potatoes.
Pity the boy who marries for money. Or wealth and position. Thinking his troubles will fade out of mind.. Pity the boy who marries for beauty. Only to find like a flower in the morning it withers and dies..
Mr Connaughton my memory's long, though the years have flown. Though the years have gone.. Was your wife's name Marjorie or Mary?. Were you from Cork or Tipperary?.
Thousands of miles without moving. In the silence and stillness we're turning. Who scattered the stars in the field of night?. Say it's all right, say it's all right,.
Out in the garden, amongst the bushes, Michael is crying.. Caught in a spider's web, its broken wings beating, a butterfly dying.. Oh la, la, la, la, la, la, la,.
Now it's come to talking I don't have much to say,. It wouldn't come out right, and so I'll leave it out, oh it's best that way. And I want to get out now 'cause I need just a couple of drinks..
My Jenny Taylor, my Jenny Taylor. Jenny oh oh la la. Jenny Jenny Taylor. My Jenny Taylor, my Jenny Taylor. Jenny oh oh la la. Jenny Jenny Taylor.. . Ne le fait pas le fait pas.
When they looked at Joseph's hands. They said, They're the hands of a carpenter. They're big and they're powerful and they're strong. They're the hands that should work in wood.
And once I walked a million miles. All the way to Yugoslavia. And I carried you all of the way. For where I was then there you are.. . As the sun rose o'er the curb stones.
There's four who share this room as we work hard for the crack. And sleeping late on Sundays I never get to Mass. . It's a long way from Clare to here.
Take a bus, who needs a car. We'll eat here, take this seat near the door. Well, I'm not hungry much now, are you?. Is it okay if I share yours with you?.
I woke up this morning, I got booze on my breath. And around my brain from the night before. There's a cigarette burned out upon the table. And a glass smashed out on the floor.