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Open Sea
03:10
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Waiting
03:27
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Sitting back watching the time tick past
The clock is anything but fast
Got no choice but to wait
I did my part, played my hand the best I know
Waiting for the river to show
Got no choice but to wait
And it's the waiting that'll kill you
You never know what to say
You think you've got it figured out
Then the wind blows the other way
And waiting seems like more than you can take
Staring off, putting it from my mind
I know it's gonna take some time
I'll just have to wait
It's out of my hands, as hard as that is to say
It may not go my way
I'll just have to wait
And it's the waiting that'll kill you
You never know what to say
You think you've got it figured out
Then the wind blows the other way
And waiting seems like more than you can take
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Rainy Night in Soho
04:20
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I've been loving you a long time
Down all the years, down all the days
And I've cried for all your troubles
Smiled at your funny little ways
We watched our friends grow old together
And we saw them as they fell
Some of them fell into heaven
Some of them fell into hell
I took shelter from a shower
And I fell into your arms
On a rainy night in Soho
The wind was whistling all it's charms
I sang you all my sorrows
And you told me all your joys
Whatever happened to that old song
To all those little girls and boys
Sometimes I wake up in the morning
That ginger lady by my bed
Covered in a cloak of silence
I hear you talking in my head
I'm not singing for the future
I'm not dreaming of the past
I'm not talking of the first time
I never think about the last
Now the song is nearly over
We may not find out what it means
Still there's a light I hold before me
You're the measure of my dreams
The measure of my dreams
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The Flower Seller
03:55
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The streets of New York could be cold in the winter
There's a million foot prints in the snow
An old man roasting chestnuts and a young uilleann piper
He plays so easy and slow
And all the young lovers will pull up in taxis
For flowers to make their love last
White rose for new love, red rose for true love
Violets for love of the past
The young piper's family, they come from Buncrana
He knows places that she used to know
It sounds so familiar, it might have been yesterday
Although it's a lifetime ago
She remembers her true love the night that she left
and the tears as they saw each other part
White rose for new love, red rose for true love
Violets for love of the past
The world is a small place in New York at Christmas
Everybody's everybody's friend
She sells all the flowers that she finds, buying a ticket
to go back to Buncrana again
And all the young lovers will pull up in taxis
For flowers to make their love last
White rose for new love, red rose for true love
Violets for love of the past
She returned on vacation to visit relations
and the lover she left standing on the quay
But now he wears a band of gold on a finger she once thought her own
Disheartened once more she must be
She might have liked to stay but her memory would betray
those wounds deep within her heart
The wind blew on Galway Bay, once more she must sail away
Violets for love of the past
And all the young lovers will pull up in taxis
For flowers to make their love last
White rose for new love, red rose for true love
Violets for love of the past
For love of the past
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Waltz for Early Spring
03:05
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One morning in early spring time
sipping coffee on the front stair
the birds are chirping and singing
A chill still clings to the air
The shadows of the new leaves
cover the newly green ground
The steam from my mug is rising
I shiver as I look around
I throw my bag o'er my shoulder
Heading out for the day
Another of life's small adventures
waiting to take me away
I set out from my front stair
The birds continue to sing
I seek out what lies before me
and waltz through the early spring
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Crow River Waltz
02:57
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Lonely Man
03:09
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A man walks in and sits down at the bar
He settles at the end by himself
The lines on his drawn and haggard face tell a tale
Of a time he’s lost and cannot find again
His eyes don’t see and his ears don’t seem to hear
As he stares into the depths of his drink
Heedless of the world around, the only thing that’s real
Is the bottom of his glass and what it holds
No one else seems to see him there
Huddled on his stool, his head bent
Drawn within himself, a lonely boat out on a sea
Too vast to even know he’s there
No one knows the lonely man
No one heeds him at all
No one grieves the lonely man
No one needs him at all
It’s late and he decides it’s time to go
He calls for one more drink before he leaves
And as she pours, the barkeep says to him, “good night and safe home”
He pauses and stares into the gin
As this woman shares a moment with him
Then he simply walks away and grins
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With me right-full-toora-laddie-toora-lee
There's no one who can tell a lie like me
You can search until you tire, you won't find a bigger liar
I've been lying since the dawn of history
I was born ten thousand years ago
In Belmullet in the County of Mayo
It was me who chased the vermin while St. Patrick preached a sermon
And I'll whoop the man who says it isn't so
I saw Eve go pickin' apples off a tree
She came over and she offered one to me
I said, "No thank you, madam, but you can try your luck with Adam
I'm going home for fish and chips and tea"
I saw Delilah cutting Sampson's hair
She snipped away until his head was bare
And when he couldn't run away she married him next day
And they opened up a barbershop in Clare
With King Billy at the Boyne I heard him call
On his followers to follow til they fall
And he said, "We'll win quite easily, and they'll canonize young Paisely"
And they up and sang a verse of Derry's Wall
It was during World War II I saw them all
There was Roosevelt and Churchill and De Gaulle
And one day I nearly fainted, I was having my house painted
There was Hitler hanging paper in the hall
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Danny Schwarze Saint Paul, Minnesota
Guitar. Bass. Bodhran. All things strummed, plucked, or struck.
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