of our own It's a poor man's heaven to be free A poor man's heaven to believe It's a poor mans vision up above A poor man's heaven to be loved Yeah
valleys deep Those bells are ringing around our feet "Come! Take this morning" cried the priest, "For all good hurlers are the Devil's feast! He will
Staring at the dark with hungry eyes, Moonlight flickered in the shadows cried, Gold ring flashed and the howling stopped, I called her name and the west
from my return These cries fly back to shore You promised me our love was strong You said that you'd be true Go tell yourself I'm long gone 'Cause here's
One fateful night, well I woke to hear that sound like a gunshot, with both windows shaking loud. Great lengthy cries that came racing through the sky
're fighting In this frost on our own And we'll see no sound Or sight of our homes And our lovers will be Waiting there till spring It's a ramble and
At fair Mount's Bay, on that Christmas week Was such a raging storm, no man could speak That lifeboat thundered through an angry sea Was called Solomon
