When Eve was in the garden Adam climbed an apple tree He went aloft up to the top To see what he could see He gazed in awe of what he saw That made the
I bang on the door but she won't let me in cuz you're sick and tired of me reeking of gin. lock all the doors from the front to the back and left me
I am here, on a Sunday morning The day that you said you were walkin' away Dyin' here, but I don't want to wake you As long as you're sleeping, you're
For all of our wars what have we won we drank up the world now that we're done where can we go what have we left a big empty shell in a big empty nest
Now Rosie, You're losin' the spot, love; The light used to shine in your eye. Now, tell me you haven't stopped dreamin' That you still reach out for the
Paint on your nail smells like kerosene Before these blisters we were squeaky clean We were Mr. and Mrs. Butter and Cream Sweet things turn sour honey
If they gave you the good life, Would you close your eyes? Would ya lock out the real world, No compromise? You sleep safe tonight. And you believe
So you take your first step today Next to know you'll be running away Since you came I've been upside down Now I know I never wanna come down Open up
Eyes of a child Simple and wild Where did you go? I see pictures of home Where I'm never alone And warmth surrounds me Keeps me whole I'd like to think
He sits at the corner of Begger's Bush Astride of an old packing crate And the dolls at the end of the plank were dancing As he crooned with a smile on
The sun is burning in the sky Strands of clouds go slowly drifting by In the park the lazy bees Are droning in the flowers, among the trees And the sun
Oh poor old Dicey Reilly she has taken to the sup. Oh poor old Dicey Reilly she will never give it up. For it`s off each morning to the pop, And then
On Raglan Road of an Autumn Day, I saw her first and knew That her dark hair would weave a snare That I might one day rue. I saw the danger, and I passed
It's lonesome away from your kindred and all, By the campfire at night where the wild dingos call, But there's nothing so lonesome, so dull or so drear
out walking Sure he's a ginger man Bang, bang shoots the buses With his golden key Hey! Hi! Diddeleedai And out goes she It's true that Dublin
In Dublin City in nineteen thirteen The boss was rich and the poor were slaves The women working and children starving Then on came Larkin like a mighty
In my memory I will always see the town that I have loved so well Where our school played ball by the gasyard wall and we laughed through the smoke
On the Banks of the Roses me love and I sat down And I took out me fiddle for to play me love a tune And in the middle of the tune-o she sighed and