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When I was a young boy
Back in Orangefield
I used to gaze out
My classroom window and dream
And then go home and listen to Ray sing
"I believe to my soul" after school,
Oh that love that was within me
You know it carried me through
Well it lifted me up and it filled me
Meditation contemplation too
Chorus:
Oh we've got to go back
Got to go back
Got to go back
Got to go back
For the healing go on with the dreaming
Well there's people in the street
And the summer's almost here
We've got to go outside in the fresh air
And breathe while it's still clear
Breathe it in all the way down
To your stomach too
And breathe it out with a radiance
into the nightime air
We've got to go back etc. etc...
Got my ticket at the airport
Well I guess I've been marking time
I've been living in another country
That operates along entirely different lines
Keep me away from porter or whiskey
Don't play anything sentimental it'll make me cry
I've got to go back my friend
Is there really any need to ask why
We've got to go back etc. etc...
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Oh the warm feeling
As we sat beside the sea
Oh the warm feeling as I sat by you
Like a child within the kingdom
As we sat beside the sea
Oh the warm feeling as I sat by you
And it filled with devotion
And it made me plainly see
And it healed all my emotions
As I sat by you
As we sat inside the sunshine
And we sat beside the sea
Oh the warm feeling, as I sat by you
And it filled me with religion
And it gave great comfort to me
Oh the warm feeling as I sat by you
Oh the warm feeling as we sat beside the sea
Oh the warm feeling as I sat by you.
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I saw you from a foreign window
Bearing down the sufferin’ road
You were carryin' your burden
To the palace of the Lord
To the palace of the Lord
I spied you from a foreign window
When the lilacs were in bloom
And the sun shone through your window pane
To the place you kept your books
You were reading on your sofa
You were singin' every prayer
That the masters had instilled in you
Since Lord Byron loved despair
In the palace of the Lord
In the palace of the Lord
Bridge:
And if you get it right this time
You don't have to come back again
And if you get it right this time
There's no need to explain
I saw you from a foreign
Bearing down the sufferin' road
You were carryin' your burden
You were singing about Rimbaud
I was going down to Geneva
When the Kingdom had been found
I was giving you protection
From the loneliness of the crowd
In the palace of the Lord
In the palace of the Lord
They were giving you religion
Breaking bread and drinking wine
And you laid out on the green hills
Just like when you were a child
I saw you from a foreign window
You were trying to find your way back home
You were carrying your defects
Sleeping on a pallet on the floor
In the palace of the Lord
In the palace of the Lord
In the palace of the Lord
Etc etc...
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Copycats ripped off my words
Copycats ripped off my songs
Copycats ripped off my melody
It doesn't matter what they say
It doesn't matter what they do
All that matters is my relationship to you
Gonna take you out
Get you in my car
We're going for a long long drive
We're going down to A Town Called Paradise
Down where we can be free
We're gonna drink that wine
We're gonna jump for joy
In a town called Paradise
We're going up the mountainside
Child you can look for miles
And see the vision on the west
We're gonna swing round
And look from north to south
Swing round from east to west
And go round in a circle too
And we're gonna start dancing
Like we've never done before
I'm gonna take you in my arms
I'm gonna squeeze you tight
Everything will be alright
We're gonna get that squealin' feelin'
Gonna take you down to a town called Paradise,
Down where we can be free
It doesn't matter what they say
It doesn't matter what they do
All that matters is my relationship to you
By the river we will linger
As we drive down to be free
We're gonna ride all night long
All along the ancient highway
Gonna be there for the mornin' comes
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The streets are always wet with rain
After a summer shower when I saw you standin'
In the garden in the garden wet with rain
You wiped the teardrops from your eye in sorrow
As we watched the petals fall down to the ground
And as I sat beside you I felt the
Great sadness that day in the garden
And then one day you came back home
You were a creature all in rapture
You had the key to your soul
And you did open that day you came back to the garden
The olden summer breeze was blowin' on your face
The light of God was shinin' on your countenance divine
And you were a violet colour as you
Sat beside your father and your mother in the garden
The summer breeze was blowin' on your face
Within your violet you treasure your summery words
And as the shiver from my neck down to my spine
Ignited me in daylight and nature in the garden
And you went into a trance
Your childlike vision became so fine
And we heard the bells inside the church
We loved so much
And felt the presence of the youth of
Eternal summers in the garden
And as it touched your cheeks so lightly
Born again you were and blushed and we touched each other lightly
And we felt the presence of the Christ
And I turned to you and I said
No Guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I and nature
And the father in the garden
No Guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I and nature
And the Father and the
Son and the Holy Ghost
In the garden wet with rain
No Guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I and nature and the holy ghost
In the garden, in the garden, wet with rain
No Guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I and nature
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We were standing in the kingdom
And by the mansion gate
We stood enraptured by the silence
As the birds sang their heavenly song
In Tir Na Nog
We stopped in the church of Ireland
And prayed to our father
And climbed up the mountainside
With fire in our hearts
And we walked all the way to Tir Na Nog
I said with my eyes that
I recognized your chin
It was my long lost friend
To help me from another lifetime
We took each others hands and cried
Like a river when we said hello
And we walked to Tir Na Nog
We made a big connection
On a golden autumn day
We were standing in the garden wet with rain
And our souls were young again
In Tir Na Nog
And outside the storm was raging
Outside Jerusalem
We drove in our chariots of fire
Following the big sun in the west
Going up, going up, to
Tir Na Nog
You came into my life
And you filled me and you filled me
Oh so joyous
By the clear cool crystal streams
Where the roads were quiet and still
And we walked all the way
To Tir Na Nog
How can we not be attached
After all we're only human
The only way then is to never come back
Except I wouldn't want that would you
If we weren't together again
In Tir Na Nog
We've been together before
In a different incarnation
And we loved each other then as well
And we sat down in contemplation
Many many many times you kissed mine eyes
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On the road with my sword
And my shield in my hand
Pressing on to the new day
This love will surely last forever
This love will surely last always
In the valley I see horsemen pass
Baby, baby, baby they don't want this love to last
There's a battle for the throne
And it's raging down in your soul
It says this love will surely last forever
This love will surely last always
Bridge:
I've been accused of truth and alchemy
I've been accused of speaking out for freedom too
I gave a demonstration in front of a crowd
A man saw my hands move and he began to shout
Here come horsemen through the pass
They say cast a cold eye on life, on death
There's a battle for the throne
And it means to thine own self be true
And it says this love will surely last forever
This love will surely last always
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Thanks for the information
Never give a sucker an even break
When he's breaking through
To a new level of consciousness
There always seems to be more
Obstacles in the way
Thanks for the information I know
It's only a combat zone
Thanks for the memory,
I'll just have
To carry on on my own
Chorus:
And it's wonderful and it's marvelous
How we can ever make it through
Sometimes I wonder how we can ever
Make it from day to day
Thanks for the information
What you gain on the hobby horse you lose on the swing
I like mine over easy
And you can have your's sunny side up
I don't wanna quibble over insignificant details
And I've tried every trick in the book
Thanks for the information
I know I should look before I leap
Chorus:
And it's wonderful and It's marvelous
How we can ever make it through
Sometimes I wonder how
We can ever make it at all
Thanks for the information
Never give a sucker an even break
And with her everything light becomes heavy
And everything heavy becomes light
They took me down to the watering hole
Because I happened to mention I was dying of thirst
Then they told me he who believes first will be later
And he who believes later will be first
Chorus:
And it's wonderful etc etc....
Thanks for the information
Oh never give a sucker an even break
When you're on to something it's a
Dime in a dozen people start
Coming out of the woodwork
Thanks for the invitation
I know I must be on to something big
Everytime I take two steps forward
I end up having to take three back
Chorus:
And it's wonderful etc etc....
Thanks for the information
A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush
Every time I'm ready for a major breakthrough
I always have to think in terms of better of worse
Thanks for the information
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Tell me the story now
Now that it's over
Wrap it in glory
For one Irish Rover
Tell me you're wiser now
Tell me you're older
Wrap it in glory
For one Irish Rover
Bridge:
I can tell by the light in your eye
That you're so far away
Like a ship out on the sea
Without a sail, you've gone astray
Tell me the facts real straight
Don't make me over
Wrap it in glory
For one Irish Rover
Tell me you see the light
Tell me you know me
Make it come out alright
And wrap it in glory
For one Irish Rover
For one Irish Rover
One Irish Rover
One Irish Rover
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Chorus:
When you come down
From your Ivory Tower
You will see how it really must be
To be like me to see like me
To feel like me
Take a look at me I'm a poor man's son
I never did no harm to no one
You've got money in the bank
And I don't have none
When you come down etc etc....
Bridge:
You can see through
Your rose coloured glasses
In a world that seems
like glamour to you
You've got opinions and judgements about
All kind of things
That you don't know anything about
Don't you know the price that I have to pay
Just to do everything I have to do
Do you think that there's nothing to it
You should try it sometime
When you come down etc etc....
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