Tekst :

You may travel far far from your own native land
Far away o er the mountains, far away o er the foam
But of all the fine places that I ve ever been
Sure there s none can compare with the cliffs of Doneen

Take a view o er the mountains, fine sights you ll see there
You ll see the high rocky mountains o er the west coast of Clare
Oh the town of Kilkee and Kilrush can be seen
From the high rocky slopes round the cliffs of Doneen

It s a nice place to be on a fine summer s day
Watching all the wild flowers that ne er do decay
Oh the hares and lofty pheasants are plain to be seen
Making homes for their young round the cliffs of Doneen

Fare thee well to Doneen, fare thee well for a while
And to all the kind people I m leaving behind
To the streams and the meadows where late I have been
And the high rocky slopes round the cliffs of Doneen

Tekst :

One summer evening drunk to hell
I sat there nearly lifeless.
And old man in the corner sang
where the water lilies grow.
And on the jukebox Johnny sang
about a thing called love.
And it s how you are kid and
what s your name.
and how would you bloody know.

In blood and death neath a
screaming sky
I lay down on the ground.
And the arms and legs of other men
were scattered all around.
Some cursed some prayed,
some prayed then cursed.
The prayed then bled some more.
And the only thing that I could see
was a pair of brown eyes that was
looking at me.

But when we got back
labelled parts one to three
there was no pair of brown eyes
waiting for me.
And a rovin a rovin a rovin I ll go
for a pair of brown eyes.
I looked at him he looked at me
all I could do was hate him.
While Ray and Philomena sand
of my elusive dreams.
I saw the streams the rolling hills
where his brown eyes were waiting.
And I thought about
a pair of brown eyes
that waited once for me.

So drunk to hell I left the place
sometimes crawling sometimes walking.
A hungry sound
came across the breeze
so I gave the walls a talking.
And I heard the sounds of long ago
from the old canal.
And the birds were whistling
in the trees
Where the wind was gently laughing.

Tekst :

Come all ye maidens young and fair
And you that are blooming in your prime
Always beware and keep your garden fair
Let no man steal away your thyme

Chorus:
For thyme it is a precious thing
And thyme brings all things to my mind
nlyme with all its flavours, along with all its joys
Thyme, brings all things to my mind

Once I and a bunch of thyme
i thought it never would decay
Then came a lusty sailor
Who chanced to pass my way
And stole my bunch of thyme away

Chorus

The sailor gave to me a rose
A rose that never would decay
He gave it to me to keep me reminded
Of when he stole my thyme away

Chorus

(Feat. Rebecca)

[Rebecca]
Suddenly I m flying, flying high in the sky
I can feel that i can catch the moon
The wind Whispers you re gonna be here soon

[Arash]
Eshghe man, to hamooni ke age baa man bemooni
to mitooni, to mitooni, mano be aarezoom beresooni
ey ghorboone...

You hear them call your name
From your room
Far removed
Don t let em use you in, every way
Stay unchained
Around and round you go
They ll never know, what you ve seen
Why have you turned away
You can believe, believe in me
Couldn t you...

Do ye mind the old horse trams a long time ago,
As they passed through the city at jog trot or slow?
On the level they cantered, but the pace it did kill
When they got to the bottom of Ligoniel Hill.

But the trace-boys were there with a heart and a hand,
They let...

Like a lover, the morning sun
Slowly rises and kisses you awake
Your smile is soft and fuzzy
As you let it play upon your face
Oh, how I dream
I might be like the morning sun to you

Like a lover, the river wind
Sighs and ripples its fingers through your hair
Upon your cheek it lingers
Never...

[Hook]
When we come through, ya ll better move
All up in the club, ya ll feelin good
So, get the fuck up, better, get the fuck up

See, ya ll don t understand,
us niggas don t be playin
Henny in the cup,
take it to the brain
Get the fuck up,
better...