Possibly one of the greatest irish bands I've seen, though they're not true irish folk, it's about there. Drunken Lullabies is an awesome song in every way. (The violin is awesome)
Must it take a life for hatful eyes To glisten once again Five hundred years like Gelignite Have blown us all to hell What savior rests while on his cross we die Forgotten Freedom burns Has the Shepard led his lambs astray to the bigot and the gun
Must it take a life for hateful eyes To glisten once again Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess Singin' drunken lullabies
I watch and stare as Roisin`s eyes Turn a darker shade of red And the bullet with this sniper lie In their bloody gutless cell Must we starve on crumbs from long ago Through bars these men made steel Is it a great or little thing we fought Knelt the conscience blessed to kill
Must it take a life for hateful eyes To glisten once again Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess Singin' drunken lullabies
Ah, but maybe it`s the way we're taught Or maybe it`s the way we fought But a smile never grins without tears to begin For each kiss is a cry we all lost Though there is nothing left to gain But for the banshee that stole the grave Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess Singin' drunken lullabies
I sit in and dwell on faces past Like memories seem to fade No colour left but black and white And soon will all turn grey But may these shadows rise to walk again With lessons truly learnt When the blossom flowers in each our hearts Shall beat a new found flame
Must it take a life for hateful eyes To glisten once again Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess Singin' drunken lullabies Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess Singin' drunken lullabies
""As I sit before the fire, I wonder how many before myself have been burned.'"
What's left of the flag...an odd break-up song, but it's what I've got.
His eyes they closed and his last breath spoke He had seen all to be seen A life once full, now an empty vase Wilt the blossoms on his early grave Walk away me boy, walk away me boy And by mornin' we'll be free Wipe that golden tear from your mother dear And raise what's left of the flag for me
Then the rosary beads count them one, two, three Fell apart as they hit the floor In our garb of black we must pay respect To the colour we're born to mourn Walk away me boys, walk away me boys And by mornin' we'll be free Wipe that golden tear from your mother dear And raise what's left of the flag for me
In his place there grew an angry festered wound Filled with hatred and remorse Where I'd pick and scratch till the blood it matched The silent rage now that fills my lungs For there are many ways to kill a man they say With bayonet, axe, or sword But son a bullet fired from a shapeless guise Leaves but the shell of a Thompson gun
Walk away me boys, walk away me boys And by mornin' we'll be free Wipe that golden tear from your mother dear And raise what's left of the flag for me
From the East out to the Western shore Where many men and many more will fall But no angel flies with me tonight Till freedom reigns on all And curse the name for which we slaved our days Till every man shall his kingdom come
But sure as night turns day Ends the passion play Oh my God what have they done? WIth madman's rage, well they dug our graves But the dead rise again you fools
Walk away me boys, walk away me boys And by mornin' we'll be free Wipe that golden tear from your mother dear And raise what's left of the flag for me
Walk away me boys, walk away me boys And by mornin' we'll be free Wipe the golden tear from your mother dear And raise what's left of the flag for me
""As I sit before the fire, I wonder how many before myself have been burned.'"
