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Lantern
04:51
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She stands with a lantern, swinging in her left hand on the golden sandbanks of Crookhaven
Trying to guide her fisherman back home
But the sea is dark, and the night is black, and these mountains of water grow higher
And the saltwater wind has pierced through her skin, and her frail body’s soaked to the bone
It’s a long row home
It’s a long row home
This old boat has provided bounty for me and my family, but the merciful sea she will give and take forever
Heaven’s door, they say it’s next door with Hell waiting around the corner
So wherever I go, my dear, I will let you know, and for you I will wait wherever
It’s a long row home
It’s a long row home
I’m a victim to this unforgiving water, the silent whisper of the whale song, it lures me down
And my grave, my grave is dark and deep here, honey
And I’m now left to swim with all these wild horses
It’s a long row home
It’s a long row home
She stands with a lantern, swinging in her left hand on the golden sandbanks of Crookhaven
Trying to guide her fisherman back home
But the sea is dark, and the night is black, and these mountains of water grow higher
And the saltwater wind has pierced through her skin, and her frail body’s soaked to the bone
It’s a long row home
It’s a long row home
It’s a long row home
It’s a long, it’s a long row home.
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Heading south-west, on this big red boat, I can see the night time coming, in my hand, your dreams I hold
Gull’s wings get caught in the wind, I couldn’t ask for a better friend
To dance on this sea, in this big red boat with me
Her hair shone with the setting sun, I never cared so much for anyone
You’ve got the wind behind you and my heart too, baby
And I cast into the sea, the dreams I hold from you to me.
Still your tears light up, a thousand words in a bottle
Silhouetted sea under the moon, your dreams are coming, I promise soon
Drift on in, a thousand words in a bottle
Singing night skies, feathers, and wings, a blue angel, she whispers and sings
Still your tears light up, a thousand words in a bottle
Drift on, drift on
Drift on in, a thousand words in a bottle
Drift on, drift on
Drift on in, a thousand words in a bottle
Her hair shone with the setting sun, I never cared so much for anyone
You’ve got the wind behind you and my heart too, baby
And I cast into the sea, a dream I hold from you to me
Still your tears light up, a thousand words in a bottle
Her hair shone with the setting sun, I never cared so much for anyone
You’ve got the wind behind you and my heart too, baby
Baby, baby. . .
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Wrapped Up
05:48
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Man, look at these fog clouds rolling in, across these distant hills
I’m standing looking out over this ocean, where a family of three once lived
How quickly these memories they come racing back, to refresh my memory and mind
But that’s all in the past now, like time on a wall, you forgot to wind
Daddy up and left, he went his own way
Left mama begging from door to door
Inside this little child lay crying, wrapped up on a stone cold, cobbled floor
I'm wrapped up, I am.
I'm wrapped up, I am
Wrapped up on this stone cold. . .
Man, look how this grass has grown, between these walls of stone
This old house has come a home for so many, now, of God’s creatures both great and small
Your new graveside is overgrown now, mama
Where Daddy’s buried, I can’t tell
He’s probably lost in some cold, foreign ocean, or burning behind the gates of hell
Daddy up and left, he went his own way
Left mama begging from door to door
Inside this little child lay crying, wrapped up on a stone cold, cobbled floor
I'm wrapped up, I am
I'm wrapped up, I am
Wrapped up on this stone cold. . .
I'm wrapped up, I am
I'm wrapped up, I am
Wrapped up on this stone cold. . .
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You Are Beautiful
04:53
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I saw the butterflies off her dress spring to life
As you walked through scented, grasslands, that grows under the sycamores, that grows around the old twisted oaks
Your fingertips they swim over, all the grass heads and all the colours that inspire your imagination, bringing peace to your inner turmoils, and rest to your soul
And you are beautiful, you
Every second of every minute, and every minute of every hour, and every hour of each day and each day of each season and each season of every year and you are beautiful
And I don’t see you any other way
And I don’t see you any other way, I just see you
You
I just, I just see you
The blood in your veins, it runs red, and it flows deep, deep as that blue Ocean
True love
And I love you
From your head to your feet, right down to your tattooed toes, that are submerged in the soft grass, each one kissed by the morning dew
And you are beautiful, you
I don’t see you any other way
And I don’t see you any other way, no, I,
I don’t see you any other way,
I just see you
You
You are beautiful
You are beautiful
You are beautiful
You are beautiful
You are beautiful
You are beautiful,
You
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Free as a Bird
04:08
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I can’t get out of my bed, I just want to cover my head and hide away from this world
I’m searching through my mind to find that key, to unlock this door and trap behind you see
I want to be free, just free
Everybody’s got a road to go down
And I dream my road is filled with wild, daisy flowers
They seem to dance and smile to me
Whispering in this gentle breeze, you’re free
Free, free, free, free,
Free as a bird
But this bird can fall down,
But it will rise up and fly again
Don’t you ever give up or give in
You’re important to someone
Someone
Free, free, free, free,
I want to be free,
Free as a bird
I want to jump up and run,
And kiss that blue sky hello, hello
I’m important to, you’re important to
Someone
Someone
Someone
Free as a bird, you’re important too
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Cobbled Streets
04:56
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I walk around the city streets, with no shoes upon my toes
And where I’m going to get my next meal from, God only knows
Oh the days are so long and the nights they can get pretty cold
These cobbled streets, they know me well, these shadows are cemented in my stones
Ooh
Oooh
I wake up in the morning, sleeping on yesterday’s news
And I dream of becoming a superstar, singing, rock ‘n’ roll or blues
This town has got so much history to forget about a man like me
And my best friend, Henry, is buried in sixty-four cemetery hill
Ooh
Oooh
I swear I could jump into this river, but I was never a brave man
And I like to sit under the willow tree, when I am feasting
It absorbs my emotions when it starts its a weeping
I may be in heaven and I may be in hell this time next November
Ooh
Oooh
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With or Without You
04:32
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If my heart should break to pieces
Like Humpty Dumpty, will you put it together again?
Or will you choose just to walk away
Well, go on, I’ve been hurt this way before
I’ll be moving on with or without you
I’ll be moving on with or without you
She’s moving on with or without you
Teardrop dripping from your rolling curl,
Rainbow rings around this yellow night sky moon
You left it all behind, didn’t you?
Well it’s too late now to turn your ship around
You lost your crew, and I’m not getting onboard anymore
You lost your crew, and I’m not getting onboard anymore
You lost your crew. She’s not getting onboard anymore
She’s moving on with or without you
She’s moving on with or without you
She’s moving on with or without you
They say luck comes in a paper bag
And wishes inside wheelbarrows
May your road be long and wide
And your troubled mind short and narrow
I have missed you, I have missed you, I have missed you, now you’re gone
I have missed you, I have missed you, I have missed you, now you’re gone
I have missed, I have missed you,
I have missed you, I have missed you, I have missed you, now you’re gone
I have missed, I have missed you. . .
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8. |
Walking my Shoes
03:10
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I’m walking on a moss green covered road
I light up a cigarette and a puff of smoke is rising behind me, a dark black cloud
Drizzling rain as the Sun goes down
All across a land that’s beaten up and broke
Over-dressed in colour mister, it’s no joke
And I’m walking, going nowhere,
I’m just walking my shoes
Walking my shoes
Darkness falls as the moon comes up
Sun’s gone to bed now man, he’s had enough
And the stars are shining as I walk through the night
I tip my hat and I feel alright
I button up my coat as I light a cigarette
Heading west there mister I ain’t got there yet
And I’m walking, going nowhere,
I’m just walking my shoe
Walking my shoes
Walking my shoes
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Rose Among the Stones
02:44
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See my rose among the stones
See my rose among the stones
Ivy grows between her feet
Around her legs it creeps
Choking out the morning sun, sun, sun. . .
No light today for anyone
My rose among the stones
Rose among the stones
Singing stars in the sky and a big yellow moon
Full of surprise
Dance for a while, dance with a smile
With my rose among the stones
Rose among the stones
See my blood, see my blood
See my blood dripping down
See my blood dripping down
See my blood dripping down
See my blood, my blood, my blood, dripping down
To kiss my rose
Rose among the stones
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Untimed Love
05:52
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If I was a rainbow and you were the showers
If I was a tree and you the wild flowers
I’d shelter you with my branches and broad leaves
We’d dance together underneath a September sun
Life is made of dreams we’re dreaming
Colours created by untimed love
If you were the water in a river so blue
I’d be the seashore, calling to you
We’d ride a wave that would take us together
Down to where all living things are reborn again
My arms are reaching up through this ocean
Heavenly bound, I stretch my angels wings
I’d shelter you with my branches and broad leaves
We’d dance together underneath a September sun
Roses are growing and climbing all around you
This earth is living as we walk upon it
And you the wild flowers
If I was a rainbow
If I was a rainbow. . .
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Mick O'Callaghan
Mick O’Callaghan is a singer-songwriter and performer from the harbour village of Schull, Ireland. Growing up on a small farm, his love of nature was infused in his bones. Mick left school at fourteen and worked as a gardener, a fisherman, and a stone mason. As his understanding of land and the sea deepened, so did his longing to give his West Cork home a voice. ... more
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