I wish I was in Carrickfergus. Only for nights in Ballygrand. I would swim over the deepest ocean. The deepest ocean for my love to find. . But the sea is wide and I cannot swim over.
I don't know if you can see. The changes that have come over me. In these last few days I've been afraid. That I might drift away. I've been telling old stories, singing songs.
Caught in the middle. Carol we're middle class. We're middle aged. We were wild in the old days. Birth of rock 'n' roll days. Now your kids are coming up straight.
Music by Loreena McKennitt. Lyrics by William Butler Yeats, arr. by Loreena McKennitt. . Beloved, gaze in thine own heart,. The holy tree is growing there;.
I don't know how to say this. I don't know where to stand. I don't where to put my feet. Or where to put my hands. I've got them in my pockets. My fingers are freezing cold.
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Every time I'm away from Liza. Water come to me eye. Every time I'm away from Liza. Water come to me eye. . REFRAIN:. Come back Liza, come back girl. Wipe the tear from my eye.
Oh Star. Shine on me. I'm just a grain in the universe. I come from the Earth. And the Earth is a grain. In the galaxy. Can you send some peace on Earth.
I can hear her heart beat for a thousand miles. And the heavens open every time she smiles. And when I come to her, that's where I belong. I'm running to her like a river's song.
Contessa, Contessa, oh please leave your hat by the door. Well, I thought I told you you couldn't call round anymore. And outside in the street and the rains turning tricks on the day.
She's fingering the petals on her dress. It was another lesson in the rise and fall of holiness. Her hands are shaking and her hair is a mess. Oh, yeah he pulled a cheap trick.
Well it's hard to tell whose dream we're in. But the sky fell while we were talking. Amid the bruises and the red lights. Will you call me your darling tonight?.
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.
I think I've got a crush on Celine Dion. The way she beats her chest when she sings a love song. There's something about her makes me want to feed her.
I bought me an auto, an '81 Ford Escort Wagon. Now the fan it be broke and the tail-pipe it be draggin'. I feel like a schlemiel, my mechanic's fit for hangin'.
I hate the Sky Dome and the CN tower too. I hate Nathan Phillips square and the Ontario zoo. The rents too high. The airs unclean. The beaches are dirty and the people are mean.
It being in the springtime and the small birds they were singing. Down by yon shady harbour I carelessly did stray. The thrushes they were warbling, the violets they were charming.
Looks like we made it. Look how far we've come my baby. I'm glad we took the long way. We knew we'd get there someday. . They said, "I bet they'll never make it".