There's a tale they tell down in old Wolf County Of a murderous husband and his family of three One day a neighbor from over the hill He found them
I live in five rooms, but they don't feel like home Since our dreams are shattered by two hearts made of stone Sittin' in the livin' room don't feel
The seeds of this war were sewn in our father's time And every bomb will plant some more fear and hate Let's break this chain of history before it gets
Well, I wish I was in London Or some other seaport town I'd set my foot on a steamboat And sail the ocean 'round While sailin' around the ocean Sailin
Chorus: Hard pressed we can find a way Night is almost gone It'll be another day If we're hard pressed we can find a way Fears, trials, and troubles
I tried to tell you that we'd make it through somehow You wouldn't listen and I wouldn't blame you now I ain't got money but I sure got bills to pay
Few are chosen, few ever see the light of day Through the eye of the needle one or two will make their way We're all searching for the same thing, a little
Let us pause in lifeA?s pleasures And count itA?s many tears While we all sup sorrow with the poor ThereA?s a song that will linger Forever in our
Chorus Every day is a long time waiting Every night is alone and cryin' Your memory is a long time fadin' Every tear has a reason why, every tear
There in the paper as plain as day I saw Your face was smilin' and lookin' my way it said You beat the odds in some game Five thousand dollars and
I begged her not to go, said I could not live without her She said, don't be dramatic, you'll survive She drove away, the sky turned gray I cried all
So long she's been alone now her tears have dried No more she's thinkin' of him Her love has died Calling and reaching, lookin' through hungry eyes
I'm happy to roam, I can find my way Through the mountains to the ocean foam But if I had a map to show me the way To your heart dear, I'd follow it home
I like the way you cook, the whole production And how you serve it up, the whole seduction Of the color and the smell, the presentation The texture on
One evening for pleasure I rambled On the banks of some cold purling stream I set down on a bed of primroses And I gently fell into a dream I dreamt that
It's not as if I didn't know better, her innocent look and a scented letter It looked like love but it felt like a memory Sometimes a young girl wants
Lay down, your sweet and weary head. Night is falling. You have come to journey?s end. Sleep now, and dream of the ones who came before. They are calling
John Riley came from Galway town in the years of the Irish hunger And he sailed away to America when the country was much younger Now the place was strange