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Believe Me Sligo
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On the road that runs from Sligo back to town again,
‘round Knocknarea, by Strandhill and the glen, in March when evening twilight sets the land aflame I used to wander; tell me where’s the blame? For I could not walk the town for fear my heart would drown, half sunk a hundred times by girlish frowns. A stranger here, no stranger you will ever see than me who loves all that in Sligo be. Though half the world’s between me and that side-lit land I bless all those in Sligo’s dreaming stands of sycamore and whin, likewise the lucky man who finds, as I, his heart at her command. I was born to walk the road that runs from there to here, to learn to love and never have to fear, and when I die I shall have reached the common span and learned the lessons God has made for man. Though time has turned my face away from Knocknarea and brought me far from there and better days as long as I’ve a mind for loving memory, believe me Sligo I will drink to thee. |
Notes:
This is another of Thom Moore's Sligo songs. 
The cairn on top of Knocknarea, Co. Sligo.
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Helpless
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There is a town in north Ontario, With dream comfort, memory despair, And in my mind I still need a place to go, All my changes were there. Blue, blue windows behind the stars, Yellow moon on the rise, Big birds flying across the sky, Throwing shadows on our eyes. Leave us Helpless, helpless, helpless Baby can you hear me now? The chains are locked and tied across my door, Baby, sing with me somehow. Blue, blue windows behind the stars, Yellow moon on the rise, Big birds flying across the sky, Throwing shadows on our eyes. Leave us Helpless, helpless, helpless, helpless, helpless, helpless, helpless, helpless, helpless, helpless, helpless, helpless. |
Notes:
A song written by Neil Young and recorded by Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young for their 1970 album Déjà Vu. |
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