Where John Hinde paints in Caribbean colours
Tyrone Boys dream of lovin' on the strand
Where John Hinde paints in Caribbean colours
Tyrone Boys dream of lovin' on the strand
Flowers heaped in gesture on the courthouse steps in Tralee
As the law trampled on Joanne's hand
Roman posters on the wall of Rathmore graveyard
No Divorce is all they say
I saw a little sister of mercy
Invoke the wrath of god on polling day
He knelt and kissed the holy ground
Diverted from the Gloucester Diamond
High above the clouds a promised heaven
On the street a confused and homeless child
While men in black declare social order
Frightened women sail to the other side
Far away from the Island where Tyrone Boys dream of lovin' on the strand
Far away from the Island where the law trambles on Joanna's hand
Thatcher sent young squaddies o'er the water
Geordie don't be afraid to die
In blackened face he dreams of his darlin bairns and hinny
On the watchtower overlooking Aughnacloy
In Long Kesh young Ulstermen are dreaming
Of making love upon the strand some day
On the downtown news comes a mid-Atlantic accent
Karen Livingstone has been blown away
A body slips quietly through the rushes
Mount Charles surveys the battlefield
The silk clad pompadour who played sun city
Hears little of the corpse amongst the reeds
The mist comes swirling off the mountain
The children have forgotten how to play
Death train sneaks across the island
Deadly poison bound for Killala Bay
All the young ones are leaving the Island
Out the door down the steps around the side
Unwanted they file through departure lounges
Back home there's cricket in Cloughjordan
The gentle clack of croquet on the lawn
Our children shackled by illegal status
Hold their heads down behind the Brooklyn wall
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:04.23]Where John Hinde paints in Caribbean colours
[00:07.68]Tyrone Boys dream of lovin' on the strand
[00:09.03]Where John Hinde paints in Caribbean colours
[00:09.99]Tyrone Boys dream of lovin' on the strand
[00:15.18]Flowers heaped in gesture on the courthouse steps in Tralee
[00:20.22]As the law trampled on Joanne's hand
[00:24.99]Roman posters on the wall of Rathmore graveyard
[00:31.50]No Divorce is all they say
[00:36.06]I saw a little sister of mercy
[00:41.16]Invoke the wrath of god on polling day
[00:56.55]He knelt and kissed the holy ground
[01:01.92]Diverted from the Gloucester Diamond
[01:12.06]High above the clouds a promised heaven
[01:16.89]On the street a confused and homeless child
[01:22.05]While men in black declare social order
[01:27.00]Frightened women sail to the other side
[01:30.18]Far away from the Island where Tyrone Boys dream of lovin' on the strand
[01:41.91]Far away from the Island where the law trambles on Joanna's hand
[01:48.69]Thatcher sent young squaddies o'er the water
[01:59.16]Geordie don't be afraid to die
[02:03.93]In blackened face he dreams of his darlin bairns and hinny
[02:08.97]On the watchtower overlooking Aughnacloy
[02:11.58]In Long Kesh young Ulstermen are dreaming
[02:19.17]Of making love upon the strand some day
[02:24.33]On the downtown news comes a mid-Atlantic accent
[02:28.92]Karen Livingstone has been blown away
[02:39.30]A body slips quietly through the rushes
[02:43.95]Mount Charles surveys the battlefield
[02:49.32]The silk clad pompadour who played sun city
[02:54.06]Hears little of the corpse amongst the reeds
[02:59.34]The mist comes swirling off the mountain
[03:04.14]The children have forgotten how to play
[03:09.30]Death train sneaks across the island
[03:13.89]Deadly poison bound for Killala Bay
[03:40.71]All the young ones are leaving the Island
[03:44.88]Out the door down the steps around the side
[03:50.07]Unwanted they file through departure lounges
[03:58.20]Back home there's cricket in Cloughjordan
[04:05.34]The gentle clack of croquet on the lawn
[04:10.35]Our children shackled by illegal status
[05:26.94]Hold their heads down behind the Brooklyn wall
Where John Hinde paints in Caribbean colours
Tyrone Boys dream of lovin' on the strand
Where John Hinde paints in Caribbean colours
Tyrone Boys dream of lovin' on the strand
Flowers heaped in gesture on the courthouse steps in Tralee
As the law trampled on Joanne's hand
Roman posters on the wall of Rathmore graveyard
No Divorce is all they say
I saw a little sister of mercy
Invoke the wrath of god on polling day
He knelt and kissed the holy ground
Diverted from the Gloucester Diamond
High above the clouds a promised heaven
On the street a confused and homeless child
While men in black declare social order
Frightened women sail to the other side
Far away from the Island where Tyrone Boys dream of lovin' on the strand
Far away from the Island where the law trambles on Joanna's hand
Thatcher sent young squaddies o'er the water
Geordie don't be afraid to die
In blackened face he dreams of his darlin bairns and hinny
On the watchtower overlooking Aughnacloy
In Long Kesh young Ulstermen are dreaming
Of making love upon the strand some day
On the downtown news comes a mid-Atlantic accent
Karen Livingstone has been blown away
A body slips quietly through the rushes
Mount Charles surveys the battlefield
The silk clad pompadour who played sun city
Hears little of the corpse amongst the reeds
The mist comes swirling off the mountain
The children have forgotten how to play
Death train sneaks across the island
Deadly poison bound for Killala Bay
All the young ones are leaving the Island
Out the door down the steps around the side
Unwanted they file through departure lounges
Back home there's cricket in Cloughjordan
The gentle clack of croquet on the lawn
Our children shackled by illegal status
Hold their heads down behind the Brooklyn wall
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:04.23]Where John Hinde paints in Caribbean colours
[00:07.68]Tyrone Boys dream of lovin' on the strand
[00:09.03]Where John Hinde paints in Caribbean colours
[00:09.99]Tyrone Boys dream of lovin' on the strand
[00:15.18]Flowers heaped in gesture on the courthouse steps in Tralee
[00:20.22]As the law trampled on Joanne's hand
[00:24.99]Roman posters on the wall of Rathmore graveyard
[00:31.50]No Divorce is all they say
[00:36.06]I saw a little sister of mercy
[00:41.16]Invoke the wrath of god on polling day
[00:56.55]He knelt and kissed the holy ground
[01:01.92]Diverted from the Gloucester Diamond
[01:12.06]High above the clouds a promised heaven
[01:16.89]On the street a confused and homeless child
[01:22.05]While men in black declare social order
[01:27.00]Frightened women sail to the other side
[01:30.18]Far away from the Island where Tyrone Boys dream of lovin' on the strand
[01:41.91]Far away from the Island where the law trambles on Joanna's hand
[01:48.69]Thatcher sent young squaddies o'er the water
[01:59.16]Geordie don't be afraid to die
[02:03.93]In blackened face he dreams of his darlin bairns and hinny
[02:08.97]On the watchtower overlooking Aughnacloy
[02:11.58]In Long Kesh young Ulstermen are dreaming
[02:19.17]Of making love upon the strand some day
[02:24.33]On the downtown news comes a mid-Atlantic accent
[02:28.92]Karen Livingstone has been blown away
[02:39.30]A body slips quietly through the rushes
[02:43.95]Mount Charles surveys the battlefield
[02:49.32]The silk clad pompadour who played sun city
[02:54.06]Hears little of the corpse amongst the reeds
[02:59.34]The mist comes swirling off the mountain
[03:04.14]The children have forgotten how to play
[03:09.30]Death train sneaks across the island
[03:13.89]Deadly poison bound for Killala Bay
[03:40.71]All the young ones are leaving the Island
[03:44.88]Out the door down the steps around the side
[03:50.07]Unwanted they file through departure lounges
[03:58.20]Back home there's cricket in Cloughjordan
[04:05.34]The gentle clack of croquet on the lawn
[04:10.35]Our children shackled by illegal status
[05:26.94]Hold their heads down behind the Brooklyn wall
I can't stand anymore
I can't see anything at all
Only feel wind blowing
I can't think anymore
I think no one can help my soul
There is no god No way ...
Of all the stars that ever shone
Not one does twinkle like your pale blue eyes
Like golden corn at harvest time your hair
Sailing in my boat the wind
...
Evanescence - Missing
Please, please forgive me,
But I won't be home again.
Maybe someday you'll look up,
And, barely conscious, you'll say to no one...
Evanescence - Missing
Please, please forgive me,
But I won't be home again.
Maybe someday you'll look up,
And, barely conscious, you'll say to no one...
Haiti was born The calabash was broken
The waters of the world flowed down the mountain
From the sacred caves came the Mestizo
In Port-au-Prince the c...
Ten years before I saw the light of morning
A comradeship of heroes was laid
From every corner of the world came sailing
The Fifteen International Bri...
Hear the Atlantic seethe and swell
And hear the lonely chapel bell
God save their souls and mind them well
The two fishermen Conneeley
Yesterday at ha...
It was Christmas Eve, babe, in the drunk tank
An old man said, "Son, I won't see another one"
And then he sang a song, a rare old mountain tune
I turn...