Broken Prayer

Candles and incense a November evening, stained glass windows trapped in her eyes
Those images down there are all carved in stone but she cannot fathom this painted disguise
And words will cut through you while others may soothe you, hymns for his mercy we must remain whole
An empty confession and promises prayed, confess for your sins, confess for your soul.

You can think what you like you can say what you will as you watch from the top of the stair
But she can’t turn back to see time standing still she must fly on two wings and a broken prayer

Over the hills of Wales she is soaring leaving the myths and the legends behind
While other strange voices are beckoning still, a tear trickles down at the back of her mind
Diarmuid and Grainne their love it lies sleeping, Erin go brath forever I’m true
My love is in hiding a sword by my side whatever may happen I’ll stay close to you

You can think what you like you can say what you will you can stop her right now if you dare
Will she turn back and let time stand her still or will she fly on two wings and a broken prayer?

Songs of the past and tales of the future words and their rhymes will all pass away
But we’ve carved our images down here in stone what use are man’s words if there’s nothing to say?

You can think what you like you can say what you will or call from the top of the stair
But she can’t turn back to see time standing still
She must fly on two wings and a broken prayer, yes she’ll fly on two wings and a broken prayer.
(Texte
: Rosena Horan)
                               

Belle of Belleville

(Extrait).....She’s the Belle of Belleville, the belle of the ball the toast of all Paris, the queen of the stall
All sizes and shapes from the North Pole to Hades come buy up her wares, come good days or bad days
Some love an apple, others a mango everyone’s there to join in the fandango
Arabs and Kerrymen, Chinese in tow keeping it all so alive alive o

Singing hey nonny nonny young Molly’s in Moore Street
Hey nonny nonny she’s also in France
Hey nonny nonny wherever you find her
Young Molly’s still calling to join in the dance

Her wheelbarrow’s changed to a synthetic fibre no Dublin Bay prawns but some mussels from Spain
And don’t you dare try for to sit down beside her to get her to go for a stroll down the lane
And she’s got no time for small talk or the likes too busy at selling her wares can’t you see
And she’s dressed for the job in her leggings and Nikes so you can’t lift her petticoat up to the knee………
(Texte : Rosena Horan) .

                                      

 

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