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you ever go across the sea to Ireland, ...Then maybe at the closing of your day, ... will sit and watch the moon rise over Claddagh ...And see the sun go down on Galw...Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream, ...The women in the meadows making hay ...And watch the barefoot gosoons at...For the breezes blowing o'er the sea to Ireland, ...are perfumed by the heather as they blo...And the women in the uplands digging pra...eak a language that the strangers do no kno...For the strangers came and ...And scorned us just for being w...at dear land across the Irish Sea.

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you ever go across the sea to Ireland ...Then maybe at the closing of your day ... will sit and watch the moon rise over Claddagh ...And see the sun go down on Galw...Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream ...The women in the meadow making hay ...side a turf fire in the cabin ...And watch the barefoot gossoons a...For the breezes blowing o'er the seas from Ireland ...Are perfumed by the heather as they blo...And the women in the uplands diggin' pra...eak a language that the strangers do not kn...For the stranger came and t...They scorned us just for being w...at dear land across the Irish sea

you ever go across the sea to Ireland ...be it only at the closing of your days ...u can sit and watch the moon rise over Cladaur ...And see the sun go down on galw...Just to hear again the ripple of the trout-stream ...The women in the meadows making hay ...And watch the bare-foot gossems a...Oh the breeze is blowing o'er the sea from Ireland ...Are perfumed by the heather as they blo...And the women in the uplands digging ???...eak a language that the strangers do not kn...Oh, the strangers came and ...They scorned us for being what w...at dear land across the Irish Sea

you ever go across the sea to Ireland,...Then maybe at the closing of your day,... will sit and watch the moon rise over Claddagh,...And see the sun go down on Galw...Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream,...The women in the meadow making hay....side a turf fire in the cabin,...And watch the barefoot gosoons at...For the breezes blowin' o'er the sea from Ireland...Are perfumed by the heather as they blo...And the women in the uplands diggin' pra...eak a language that the strangers do not kn...Yet the stangers came and t...They scorned us just for bein' w...at dear land across the Irish sea.

If all the babies are broken...And the old folks are blind...If I laugh at the cripples...And I cry for the clowns...And I welcome the madness...I can see the Black Knight...He's got some kind of sickness...At the back of the store...Right out of the door...And the men who control you...Well the mouth has spoken...The dream has been shat...The flags have been bur...And the way they've been scorned...But the way that I look at ...Spoke out of fear...Some people rise above it...They caught a hold of my sleeve...t I slipped through the door...I ran back to the office...With my back to the wall...So I called up the doctor...He said Get out of this nightmare...But the man in the mirror...The anesthetic is weari...'cause the way you've been fee...The operation is over...I was out of my head...And the dream is over...I gotta tell you the truth...About the sadness I find

Corners of sin, and potential ...The cold scolds your ch...But even the winds can't get much of a rise. ...In a family now scorned by stiches and hole...And your fool of a substance that me...Because the snow was okay, but the rain in coming fast

you ever go across the sea to Ireland ...be it only at the closing of your days ...u can sit and watch the moon rise over Cladaur ...And see the sun go down on galw...Just to hear again the ripple of the trout-stream ...The women in the meadows making hay ...And watch the bare-foot gossems a...Oh the breeze is blowing o'er the sea from Ireland ...Are perfumed by the heather as they blo...And the women in the uplands digging ???...eak a language that the strangers do not kn...Oh, the strangers came and ...They scorned us for being what w...at dear land across the Irish Sea

you ever go across the sea to Ireland, ...Then maybe at the closing of your day, ... will sit and watch the moon rise over Claddagh, ...And see the sun go down on Galw...Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream, ...The women in the meadow making hay. ...side a turf fire in the cabin, ...And watch the barefoot gosoons at...For the breezes blowin' o'er the sea from Ireland ...Are perfumed by the heather as they blo...And the women in the uplands diggin' pra...eak a language that the strangers do not kn...Yet the stangers came and t...They scorned us just for bein' w...at dear land across the Irish sea.

you ever go across the sea to Ireland, ...Then maybe at the closing of your day, ... will sit and watch the moon rise over Claddagh, ...And see the sun go down on Galw...Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream, ...The women in the meadow making hay. ...side a turf fire in the cabin, ...And watch the barefoot gosoons at...For the breezes blowin' o'er the sea from Ireland ...Are perfumed by the heather as they blo...And the women in the uplands diggin' pra...eak a language that the strangers do not kn...Yet the stangers came and t...They scorned us just for bein' w...at dear land across the Irish sea.

avior dwells inside of thee. ...Oh, the path leads to the sun. Brother, siste...I am the spring, the holy ground, ...The endless seed of mystery, ...The thorn, the veil, the face of grace, ...The brazen image, the thief of sleep, ...The ambassador of dreams, the prince of peace. ...I am the sword, the wound, the stain. ...Scorned transfigured child of Cain. ...Again I am the salt, the bitter laugh. ...I am the gas in a womb of light, the evening star, ...The ball of sight that leads that sheds the tears of Christ ...ing and drying as I rise tonight.

avior dwells inside of thee....Oh, the path leads to the sun. Brother, siste...I am the spring, the holy ground,...The endless seed of mystery,...The thorn, the veil, the face of grace,...The brazen image, the thief of sleep, ...The ambassador of dreams, the prince of peace....I am the sword, the wound, the stain....Scorned transfigured child of Cain....Again I am the salt, the bitter laugh....I am the gas in a womb of light, the evening star,...The ball of sight that leads that sheds the tears of Christ...ing and drying as I rise tonight.

you ever go across the sea to Ireland...Then maybe at the closing of your day... will sit and watch the moon rise over Claddagh...And see the sun go down on Galw...Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream...The women in the meadows making hay...side a turf fire in the cabin...And watch the barefoot gossoons a...(For the strangers came and ...They scorned us just for being w...at dear land across the Irish sea

you ever go across the sea to Ireland...Then maybe at the closing of your day... will sit and watch the moon rise over Claddagh...Or watch the sun go down on Galw...For the breezes blowing o'er the sea to Ireland...Are perfumed by the heather as they blo...And the women in the uplands diggin' pra...eak a language that the strangers do not kn...For the strangers came and ...And scorned us just for being w...at dear land across the Irish sea