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Dingle
04:49
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Behind the Kerry Mountains
In a bay down by the shore
Lies the lovely town of Dingle
Where the albatrosses soar
When you see it in the morning
All the sailors sober up
They treat their ships like lovers
And then go back to the pub
On every street and corner
You can hear the fiddlers play
At night they play for Guinness
Run a hardware shop by day
And right across the main road
In a dark and crowded bar
Meabh sings and plays accordion
And Matt slams his guitar
Oh Dingle, lovely Dingle Town
There’s no place that I’d rather be
Oh Dingle, lovely Dingle Town
You’ve been so good to me
And when you take a boat trip
To the islands far away
You get to meet the dolphin
That lives in Dingle Bay
The colourful bright houses
On the street down by the port
Their water tastes like whiskey
And their ice cream tastes like salt
Oh Dingle, lovely Dingle Town
There’s no place that I’d rather be
Oh Dingle, lovely Dingle Town
You’ve been so good to me
And when my days are over
And all my songs are sung
I want to stay forever
Underneath the Irish sun
Please scatter my ashes
At the lighthouse by the sea
‘Cause Dingle Town so lovely
Is where I want to be
Oh Dingle, lovely Dingle Town
There’s no place that I’d rather be
Oh Dingle, lovely Dingle Town
You’ve been so good to me
Oh Dingle, lovely Dingle Town
There’s no place that I’d rather be
Oh Dingle, lovely Dingle Town
You’ve been so good to me
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2. |
Pub Night
03:02
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They’re playing the accordion and they’re strumming the guitar
And people tap their feet at the tables and the bar
The beers are ruby red and the whiskey is affordable
For Johnny at the counter is no longer accountable
Pub night is the best night of all the nights there are
When our favourite bartender is working at the bar
The band just keeps on playing and the beer is tasting fine
But Jenny wants to leave the place ‘cause she’s preferring wine
We raise our beers and sing our songs, we’re having a good time
And in the second verse, it’s Annas time to shine
“I sing an ancient melody and then I blow the harp”
And people keep on clapping as she finishes her part
Pub night is the best night of all the nights there are
When our favourite bartender is working at the bar
The band just keeps on playing and the beer is tasting fine
But if we were you we’d go somewhere else to dine
And as piles of pints are growing there ain’t no sign of Brian
Johnny starts to worry and finds him outside lying
“Mate I think you’re overdone, so go call it a night”
But Brian takes another sip, starts singing loud and bright
Pub night is the best night of all the nights there are
When my favourite bartender is working at the bar
I know I’ve had a skinful and I might need a loan
But go get me another pint ‘cause I’m not going home
Pub night is the best night of all the nights there are
When our favourite bartender is working at the bar
The band just keeps on playing and the beer is tasting well
And if you put bills in our hat, you’re not going to hell
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3. |
Wine Into Water
03:41
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This is not a confession
I don't confess anymore
This room never had any windows
I finally found a door
There's no father to bless me
For I have never sinned
I'm choking on words I once worshipped
I'll never worship again
I'm gonna turn wine into water
And drown in the sea I once walked
Cut all the strings and float around freely
You spoke, but we never talked
You spoke, but we never talked
This is not a confession
I won't confess anywhere
You won't give me salvation
There's no cross I can't bear
I'm gonna turn wine into water
And drown in the sea I once walked
Cut all the strings and float around freely
You spoke, but we never talked
You spoke, but we never talked
Let the dead bury the dead, they say
And I have been born once again
I live in a tomb, but I'll resurrect
I need no more amen
I need no more amen
I'm gonna turn wine into water
And drown in the sea I once walked
Cut all the strings and float around freely
You spoke, but we never talked
You spoke, but we never talked
This is not a confession
I won't confess again
I live in a tomb, but I'll resurrect
I need no more amen
I need no more amen
I need no more amen
I need no more amen
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4. |
Sad Songs by the Fire
05:09
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I came across the ocean
A thousand miles or more
To a long and empty highway in the mountains
Take me down the western way
Take me there on a summer's day
You can see the pine trees by the thousands
Oh, where the moon is full and blue
You can hear the voices like a choir
Oh, where the hearts are pure and true
Singing sad songs by the fire
Take me back to Eden
Take me back home
Strumming on some old guitars
Drinking in some old town bars
Take me back to Eden
Empty streets and empty hearts
First-timers and some second parts
Creeks of gold and eyes made of amber
Songs of sons and airplanes
Of daughters and New York
Melodies I'll always remember
Oh, where the moon is full and blue
You can hear the voices like a choir
Oh, where the hearts are pure and true
Singing sad songs by the fire
Take me back to Eden
Take me back home
Strumming on some old guitars
Drinking in some old town bars
Take me back to Eden
Oh, where the moon is full and blue
You can hear the voices like a choir
Oh, where the hearts are pure and true
Singing sad songs by the fire
Take me back to Eden
Take me back home
Strumming on some old guitars
Drinking in some old town bars
Take me back to Eden
Take me back to Eden
Take me back home
Strumming on some old guitars
Drinking in some old town bars
Take me back to Eden
I want to sing some sad songs by the fire
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