They sit, and watch the clouds go by And make believe it's Irish skies They love the sun, but pray for rain They drink to take away the pain The London
I stood upon the listed bridgeDividing different imagesLogic vs = emotionMountain stream vs the oceanWill we ever learn?Logic vs = emotionPoliticians
Back at the house A bottle is found And opened in honour of those who have drowned, While we who have not are stricken with guilt And dutifully see that
I cannot reconcile myself to this - I wish I could!I cannot live the = life I ought to live - I know I should!I cannot bring myself to = pray,Except to
Daybreak on the motorway to Damascus A heavenly angel flagged me down and asked for a ride into town For God's sake, on the motorway to Damascus This
Bears all its sons away; They fly forgotten, As a dream dies At the opening day... Rub-a-dub-dub, It's time for a scrub! So through clouds of steam To
aliveI plead guilty if sweet innocence is thisI support the motion = "Ignorance Is Bliss" Kill me with your kissIt's "Whoops Apocalypse!"Ignorance must
Build your coffin of balsa wood Spend all that you earn When you go you are gone for good Never to return Always to thine own self be true Not to fools
While they have been eating The rain has started falling, Gradually gathering in strength. What began a drizzle Has now become torrential, And doesn't
Freezing Monday morning She is waiting for her train to come I brush past her, smell her perfume Watch her hair move as she turns to go She doesn't know
I would like to live in Sweden When my work is done Where the snow lies crisp and even 'Neath the midnight sun Safe and clean and green and modern Bright
The rise and fall; the fall and riseThe freezing breath; the frightened = eyes The rise and fall; the fall and riseThe naked truth; the naked eye The
I was born in Londonderry I was born in Derry City too Oh what a special child To see such things and still to smile I know that there was something wrong
If you really love him and there's nothing that I can do Don't try to spare my feelings, just tell me that we're through And make it easy on yourself, '
When you hang by a thread Strange things go through your head What was in that woodshed? Will death be gentle? "Better to live one day like a lion Than
A butterfly flies through the forest rain And turns the wind into a hurricane I know that it will happen 'Cause I believe in the certainty of chance A
Summer, summer, summer slowly turned into fall Me and my baby doll never went to the beach Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere was a place we could run On
It is a far far better thing that I do now than I have ever done before It is a far far better place that I go to than I have ever known before My slap