Tekst :

Twas down by the glenside, I met an old woman
She was picking young nettles and she scarce saw me coming
I listened awhile to the song she was humming
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men

Tis fifty long years since I saw the moon beaming
On strong manly forms and their eyes with hope gleaming
I see them again, sure, in all my daydreaming
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men

Some died on the glenside, some died near a stranger
And wise men have told us that their cause was a failure
They fought for old Ireland and they never feared danger
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men

I passed on my way, God be praised that I met her
Be life long or short, sure I ll never forget her
We may have brave men, but we ll never have better
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men

I know you wanna talk
And tell me about your day
But I keep wandering off

Oooh how your hair...
falls in front of your face
While you try to keep it up

I ve always paid attention to your point of...

A photo can say a thousand things
But it cant say the million things i wanna say
A photo can capture the way we were
But it cant capture the way we are
Cause you re far away

What it s like to know you
What it s like to...

I m ready to rock
I m ready to explode
Got the key to your lock
Hear me I m knocking on your door
I got love to give
Gonna get my little share
I m gonna teach you what you never knew

Sideways

You know it ain t easy
For these thoughts here to leave me
There s no words to describe it
In French or in English
Well, diamonds they fade
And flowers they bloom
And I m telling you
These feelings won t go away
They ve been knockin me sideways
They ve been knockin me out...

Do you know

Take off your old black shoes
Come have you heard the news?
Have you been hittin the booze?

Your politics have all gone sour
Well, I see you getting sicker by the hour
Take a look now it s raining in my shower...