I still hear the snares in the square Colors ablaze in the evening The air was still, down the stormy hill It's good to be young and daring I still see
Since I was young, I've faced this pill I've worked this land and I always will Through life and death, I've learnt the hill A worker for the wind I
The wheels keep turning. The road stretches north and south. The wheels keep moving. Like the globe they keep turning around. The wheels keep turning.
Ochd deug seisreach Air raontainn Aird a' Mhorrain Na fir a' treabhadh An la a thainig na Sleitich Dubh dath na fala A dhoirt 'na tuil gu talamh Saighead
How can we close our eyes Watch our world break down and die How can we let it be Slaves to world economy How can we be like wood Watch our world cry
The red hot sun burns up the hill The winter's bride, the summer's king I tramp these acres and I feel Once upon a time Then it seemed that everything
See the bracken green on the hills See the gifts of every summer Suns sinking low in the long grass Always rising and falling down There?s bluebells growing
Comhla rium A tha thu an drasd Mo shuilean duinte, mo chuimhne dan Nam sheasamh a' coimhead Gach cnoc is gach traigh Is an siol a dh'fhag thu ann a 'fas
The satellites are raining down On the international room There's nothing secret, nothing sacred anymore All the soldiers of the world are turning history
I arrived in the city of lights Enchanted ballrooms where I lost my life I've closed my eyes On your fairground smile Seedy heroes and silver tills Sinking
Book of golden stories Days of olden notes Now the autumn leaves are falling We'll meet on the edges Memories, no regrets Now the minstrel boy is calling
The landlords came The peasant trials To sacrifice of men Through the past and that quite darkly The presence once again In the name of capital Establishment
Footprints around the world Your beauty in the blue Stepping down the Glory Road Let's go dancing for survival To the lyric of your youth Stepping down
Hey, now boys there?s something not right Did anyone see Willie at the dance last night Let?s pick up Boa without a fuss Chuck him in with caimans at
You ask me to believe in magic Expect me to commit suicide of the heart And you ask me to play this game without question Raising the stakes on this shotgun
What makes me walk through Ireland's shrines And Ireland's holy shores To see a country crucified Your beauty crowned in thorns A as I watch the wondrous
With the eyes of a child. The wonder of it all I used to search the stars at night and I felt so safe and small Sweet sounds from a Merseytown and my
There's thunder clouds Round the hometown bay As I walk out In the rain Through the sepia showers And the photoflood days I caught a fleeting glimpse