(The Boxer) If I'd been born a street away, another star ascending I'd have been a fighter, a boxer in the ring And I salute the boxer if he lose or
And once I walked a million miles All the way to Yugoslavia And I carried you all of the way For where I was then there you are As the sun rose o'er
My Jenny Taylor, my Jenny Taylor Jenny oh oh la la Jenny Jenny Taylor My Jenny Taylor, my Jenny Taylor Jenny oh oh la la Jenny Jenny Taylor. Ne le fait
You say, too much water Has gone under the bridge by now. I say that bridges Are all that's left for us now. Each side of the river, the city is burning
There's four who share this room as we work hard for the craic And sleeping late on Sundays I never get to Mass It's a long way from Clare to here
Out in the garden, amongst the bushes, Michael is crying. Caught in a spider's web, its broken wings beating, a butterfly dying. Oh la, la, la, la,
I woke up this morning, I got booze on my breath And around my brain from the night before There's a cigarette burned out upon the table And a glass smashed
Pity the boy who marries for money or wealth and position Thinking his troubles will fade out of mind Pity the boy who marries for beauty Only to find
Dear River Thames, You keep moving along, Not knowing where you're going, Or where you've come from. Your head's in the valley, Your feet in the sea,
Me and my brother returned to the water I saw a pike that was two feet long. Two small magicians, each with a jam jar Cast spells on the water with hazel
Give me sweet forgiveness And I think that it might If not relieve all the pain that I feel At least help me to sleep tonight. Come down like an angel
A man without a job is a stranger to the seasons The April rain will soak you like the worst November brings And we're tired of the excuses and the carefully
This summer will be different I will move across the town Promenade above the beach until my face turns brown With my hands in my pockets and a casual
Thousands of miles without moving In the silence and stillness we're turning Who scattered the stars in the field of night? Say it's all right, say it
Have you seen the old man In the closed-down market Kicking up the paper, with his worn out shoes? In his eyes you see no pride Hand held loosely
Take a bus, who needs a car We'll eat here, take this seat near the door Well, I'm not hungry much now, are you? Is it okay if I share yours with you?
Oh, the traveller moving on the land, behold I give you, I give you the travelling man. And he's very heavy laden with the questions in his burden.
I said look at the river. You said it's only a stream. But I said I've seen people with nets out there You said they just throw out a line and dream.
