Letras:
Sons And Daughters Dance Me In

cling to your lungs In the print of tomorrow what reminds me of them does not remind me of yours Remind me of the young Dance me in Just dance me in

sorries cling to your lungs In the print of tomorrow what reminds me of them does not remind me of yours Remind me of the young Dance me in Just dance me

You count the centuries, I blink my eyes Hawks and sparrows race in my waters Stingrays are floating across the sky Little ones, my sons and my daughters

left her without forgiveness It's mirrored in her children's eyes Prodigal sons and wayward daughters Carry mandalas that they might Be delivered from the depths of darkness And born again by candlelight And

to rape And bought into Hollywood and Hefner's sly hate Millions of Marilyns who died for their lovers Seducing a culture of good sons and daughters Reading

their backs on sons and daughters. The more I try read up, the more I find I can't keep up, but yet and still the dance is heating up. CHORUS Ram It

me ... And I wish the same for you Something to hold onto I wish the same for you A chance for love We are not so different Sons and daughters, you and

i know she is a groupie from the 70's Aint no age limit to listen to me and all my melodys Your mamma, on the dance floor gettin crunk n' drunk off Chris

's music at the cross at Spancill Hill. It was on the 24th of June, the day before the fair When Ireland's sons and daughters and all assembled there