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The women and children of Rafa
Are crying but no one can hear
No one feels their sorrow and suffering
Or the salt of their hard-gotten tears
The hopeless young men of Gaza
For whom peace is a forgotten dream
The unwanted detritus of warfare
Swept away by a monstrous regime
On a hillside above East Jerusalem
On a terrace in mid-morning sun
There's a ringside seat with shakshouka
Which is guarded by young men with guns
As the bulldozers move on the village
And raze Arab homes to the ground
Despite all the wailing and crying
It's a picture without any sound
The sacred waters of Jordan
Where Jesus was baptised by John
Run red with the blood of the fallen
And the slaughter it goes on and on
The dispossessed children of Nakba
Cry for the loss of their land
While the world watches on with indifference
And their tears disappear in the sand
In Washington dark puppet masters
Speak from both sides of their tongues
While they feed the Zionist monster
With rockets and bullets and bombs
In a glass tower on the East River
Our leaders talk a good game
But when all of the talking is over
All that's left is our anger and shame
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Let The Home Fires Burn
04:24
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From far away
Your home fires burn bright
Through our darkest days
You shine your light
You heal our hearts
And you warm our nights
Your music rolls
Over Grainne’s shore
Across the Curlew hills
It finds my door
It creeps inside
And warms my bones
Let the home fires burn
All around the bay
Until we raise a glass
On another day
Let the home fires burn
Keep them burning strong
Let the music play
While we sing our song
Coda’s song
Soothes my soul
It fills me in
And makes me whole
I’m water bound
But I’m sailing home
Let the home fires burn
All around the bay
Until we raise a glass
On another day
Let the home fires burn
Keep them burning strong
Let the music play
While we sing our song
I’ll settle down
And find my place
Where the peat fire burns
And warms my face
And I’ll dream of days
In your warm embrace
While your tribesmen sleep
Westport’s awake
Let the home fires burn
All around the bay
Until we raise a glass
On another day
Let the home fires burn
Keep them burning strong
Let the music play
While we sing our song
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If ever a rose
Would grow in my garden
If ever a rose
Would bloom in the spring
It would not be as sweet
As my lover's kisses
And it would not fulfil me as much
As the love that she brings
For my love is the one
Who captures the essence
Of all that it means
To live happy and free
And I would lay down
At the walls of her garden
And wait for a lifetime until
Her sun shines on me
If ever a rose
Would grow in my garden
If ever a rose
Would bloom in the spring
It would not be as sweet
As my lover's kisses
And it would not fulfil me as much
As the love that she brings
If there's ever a time
That my devotion is waning
If there's ever a time
I don't tend to my love
I just think on my rose
And I gaze on her beauty
And I nourish her petals
With soft falling rain from above
So if ever a rose
Would grow in my garden
If ever a rose
Would bloom in the spring
It would not be as sweet
As my lover's kisses
And it would not fulfil me as much
As the love that she brings
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The autumn winds are blowing in
The leaves are coming down
I'll sit here in the evening sun
Until the moon comes around
You visit sometimes when I sleep
I feel your spirit in the air
The last time that you came to me
You had silver in your hair
I know that time can be a thief
It can steal your life away
If you wish upon a fallen star
Instead of living day to day
I think about the times we've missed
The things we never got to share
How I never got to be your friend
Or see the silver in your hair
But, life, they say, must carry on
What else is there to do
Your grandchildren fill my world
And make me often think of you
And now that it's been forty years
Since you left me in despair
I can think of you and smile and laugh
And I've got silver in my hair
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Take You Down
04:53
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I’m coming fast
I’m gonna take you down
You thought I was gone but I’m still around
One of these days
You’re gonna realise
Just how it felt when you pushed me aside
Gonna take you down
Gonna have my way
I’m coming for you
Gonna make you pay
When I found you
You were nothing but down
I picked you up and I turned you around
Now you’ve turned on me
You bite the hand that feeds
You thought you finished me off but you planted a seed
Gonna take you down
Gonna have my way
I’m coming for you
Gonna make you pay
Now you’re gonna see
I’ll be so satisfied
You’ll be helpless and weak and your hands will be tied
Then I’ll disappear
Without a trace
But you’ll find a fool to take my place
Gonna take you down
Gonna have my way
I’m coming for you
Gonna make you pay
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I Know The Time Is Right
02:25
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After I first met you
I couldn't sleep or think for days
I tried so hard to find you
In so many different ways
When I finally found you
You acted kinda cool
You said that it was wrong
We were breaking all the rules
I've waited for so long
Just to hold you tight
I know you think I'm wrong
But I know the time is right
So, take me to your heart
And baby treat me right
Let me come around
Let me spend the night
Don't turn me away
Away from your door
There's a longing in my heart
That I can't ignore
I've waited for so long
Just to hold you tight
I know you think I'm wrong
But I know the time is right
I've waited for so long
Just to hold you tight
I know you think I'm wrong
But I know the time is right
And baby it's tonight
I know the time is right
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Today you walked away
Left only memories behind
You’ll stay with me every day
In the darkened corners of my mind
And I’ll try to carry through
I'll take all the blame
Though we could have done some more
But I’m thinking just the same
As you’re walking out my door
I should have been there more for you
And I wish you well
As you walk away
But we both can tell
There’s no other way
Do you recall the time
We walked carefree down our track
We’d leave our troubles far behind
Never looking back
I haven’t felt that for a while
Now we’ll never sing that song
The melody has gone astray
And though the road ahead is long
We’ll never walk again this way
And I’ll miss your smile
And I wish you well
As you walk away
But we both can tell
There’s no other way
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Johnny, don’t be going off to war, now
Don’t be saying that you want to see the world
Won't you stay here with me in your home place
Stay here and mind your darling girl
Johnny, won't you stay and work the horses
To cut your father’s meadow and the corn
And we’ll walk across the fields and the hillsides
To hear the small birds singing in the morn
Maggie, I'm going off to Flanders
With the British expeditionary force
To join in the defence of small nations
To join in the war to end all wars
Maggie, I’m sailing with my comrades
Such a force of fighting men you've never seen
I’ll be back before Christmas turns to new year
Before nineteen fourteen turns to fifteen
Johnny, you've been gone away for so long, now
Nineteen fifteen has long turned to sixteen
And the rebels have risen up in Dublin
And Brits are shooting men down in the street
Johnny, there's talk about the town, now
How men like you are traitors to the cause
How you should have stayed and fought for your own land
And not be fighting some auld dirty foreign war
Maggie, you haven't written for so long, now
I long to read some words to ease my pain
They'll be sending me back home any day, now
For I was blown to smithereens at Passchendaele
Maggie, I'll no more work the horses
To cut my father’s meadow or the corn
But I'll still marry you if you'll have me
And we can get some labour in to work the farm
Ah, Johnny, don’t be trying to be a hero
When you could have stayed and fought for your own land
I'm so sorry for all that's happened to you
But for shame I could never take your hand
So, Johnny, I’ll not be waiting for you
I married Michael Brady back in June
He’s an honourable man, and a patriot
And I’m going to have his baby very soon
It’s a long, long way to Tipperary
It’s a long, long way for to go
It’s a long, long way to Tipperary
To the sweetest girl that I know
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Feels Like Home
03:08
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Rolling down the road
Getting far away
Far away from your sweet love
Further every day
I’ve been gone from you so long
Travelling all alone
I don’t know where I’ll sleep tonight
But it sure don’t feel like home
It don’t feel like home when I’m far from all your charms
How I wish tonight I could be sleeping in your arms
Where it feels like home
Feels like home
Feels like home
I said so many things
I didn’t need to say
I packed my bags and packed my car
And I drove away
Now I’m sitting here
My heart’s just like a stone
I don’t know just how it feels
But it sure don’t feel like home
It don’t feel like home when I’m far from all your charms
How I wish tonight I could be sleeping in your arms
Where it feels like home
Feels like home
Feels like home
I had to find myself
I walked out the door
The only truth you’ll ever find
Is the one you’re looking for
I want to turn this car around
And eat up the road
Find my way back to your embrace
Where I know it feels like home
It don’t feel like home when I’m far from all your charms
How I wish tonight I could be sleeping in your arms
Where it feels like home
Feels like home
Feels like home
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The Silent Thatch
08:03
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The midsummer moon shines
On the Silent Thatch
Inside, all around the bar
The instruments keep watch
There is no sound of laughter
All the conversation’s gone
In all the years of history
It's never closed this long
Now the pipes and flutes are silent
And the melodeon’s notes are gone
They echo o’er the Shannon’s shore
Like the curlew’s lonesome song
No fiddler takes the rosined bow
And leans into the tune
No hand to soft caress the strings
As music fills the room
No more resounds the bodhrán
As it hangs up on the wall
The banjo and the mandolin
Stand watching over all
For decades past the call went out
To players near and far
To bring their instruments and songs and tunes
And play them in the bar
Now the old piano
Stands silent by the wall
All the stools are empty
As the evening shadows fall
As the little clock strikes midnight
And a moonbeam lights its face
The ghosts of all the players past
Fill the sacred space
Now walking through the empty bar
As if floating on the air
Comes a young and handsome man
With a head of golden hair
He slowly takes the fiddle down
And reaches for the bow
Settles down onto a stool
And plays a lonesome note
Now warming to the tune
The music starts to rise
Back and forth he draws the bow
As tears come to his eyes
The plaintive air fills the bar
As he softly sings along
A keening song of mourning
For friends he thought long gone
Then silently in through the door
That’s locked and bolted tight
A little man in an old grey suit
Steps in from the night
He deftly takes the melodeon down
And sits into a chair
And soon the Leitrim Lilter
Is ringing on the air
Throughout the night they all appear
These phantoms of The Thatch
For years they quietly held their place
And kept a silent watch
But then the bar fell silent
And the tunes that fed their souls
Faded into nothingness
So, now they make their own
A little man perched on a stool
Keeps the bodhrán beat
A boy who plays the whistle
Is sitting at his feet
The fiddler has now joined
By two or three or four
The man who strums the old guitar
Is standing by the door
The banjo and the mandolin
Have joined the phantom band
A woman, once from Carrick Town
Has taken spoons in hand
The uilleann piper centre stage
Floating on the air
His drone ensures the key is sure
As a singer takes the floor
She sings a song with all her heart
Of times so long ago
When people gathered round the fire
And music fed their souls
Her voice is strong and clear and true
As she sings her song
When she sings the chorus
The phantoms sing along
Outside the red sash window
The night is quiet and still
No sound disturbs the darkness
Beyond the flowered sill
But a traveller passing on the road
Stops and turns around
Shaken from his contemplation
By a haunted sound
He fancies that he hears a tune
Come through the little door
Floating o’er the Shannon fields
Down to the Corry shore
As he turns towards the daybreak
Rising from the east
He strains to hear the haunting air
As it fades into the mist
As the dawn is rising
And sunlight floods the bar
The phantoms go from whence they came
And fade into the walls
But they say that after midnight
When the bar is quiet and still
If you've got the music in your soul
You can hear them playing still
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Andrew Lawlor WH, Ireland
Singer/Songwriter from Delvin, Co. Westmeath, Ireland.
Writing mostly in a folk tradition with a leaning towards
country, with occasional forays into rock.
Recently working on a series of collaborations with the outrageously talented Anna Fisher-Roberts.
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