Don't care for gardenias. Rather have a dandelion. Don't like weddings much either now. And things that you can't rely on.. . But you make me feel good.
I will never forget the walk to the station,. Me with your suitcase being brotherly strong.. And trying to make light of the whole situation,. In mild conversation we moved through the throng,.
I said look at the river.. You said it's only a stream.. But I said I've seen people with nets out there. You said they just throw out a line and dream..
So you're finally over it now.. You thought you wouldn't make it,. But I knew you would somehow.. I guess I knew you could make it in the end. And it's good to have you round again old friend..
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.
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.
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,.
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.
Me and my brother returned to the water. I saw a pike that was two feet long.. Two small magicians, each with a jam jar. Cast spells on the water with hazel twig wands..
You say, too much water. Has gone under the bridge by now.. I say that bridges. Are all that's left for us now.. Each side of the river, the city is burning.
(Ralph McTell). . Four who shared this room and we caught up in the CRAIC. Sleeping late on Sundays and we never got to Mass. . Chorus. It's a long way from Clare to here.