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Waiting for the Dawn Lyrics

Rattling Roaring Willie (Traditional)

O, rattlling roaring Willie,
O, he went to the fair
And for to sell his fiddle
And to buy some other ware;
But parting with his fiddle
The salt tear in his eye
And rattling roaring Willie
You are welcome home to me.

O Willie come sell your fiddle,
O, sell your fiddle so fine
O Willie come sell your fiddle
And buy a pint of wine.
If I should sell my fiddle,
The world would think I was mad
For manys a ranting day
My fiddle and I have had.

As I came to Crockhallan
I quietly looked in
Rattling roaring Willie
Was sitting at yonder board-end’;
Sitting at yonder board-end
And among good company
Rattling roaring Willie
You are welcome home to me.

Tears of Healing Rain
c 1998 Mark Simos/Devachan Music (BMI) All rights reserved.

I will lay this burden down
That I have carried for so long
My own hand placed this mark upon my brow
Don’t need to wear it now

I will water this thirsty heart
With tears of healing rain
I’ll learn to lay this burden down
And never shoulder it again
Never again

I walk a tightrope
Stretched between my hope and darkest fear
And though I look to find
Too often I’ve been blind
When love drew near

I try to hold life lightly
Yet I step with a heavy tread
On this road I thought I’d chosen
Down which I was led                                   
I seek a wisdom
Some day I’ll learn from the trees that grace this land
From the wind that sighs
From the scattered leaves that fly I’ll understand

How they give themselves so gently
To the breeze that guides them on
To the hollows where they crumble
Back to earth and are gone                                    (Chorus)

I dream of doorways
Awake as new light plays
Across your sleeping face

As we lie here warm
Something distant yet enormous
Longs to be

Outside our window
Branches bow their heads with snow
From last night’s storm

Like they’re saying grace …

I am a Youth That’s Inclined to Ramble (Traditional)

I am a youth that’s inclined to ramble
To some foreign country, I mean to steer
I am loath to part from my friends and comrades
And my dear sweetheart, whom I loved dear

But there’s one of those, I do most admire
On her, I’ll think when I am far away
For since fates decreed, I am resolved to part her
And to try my fortune in Americay

So farewell darling I must leave you
I place great dependence on your constancy
That no  other young man may gain your favor
Or change your mind when I am over the sea

For although the seas do separate us
And in between us, they do rise and fall
If fortune favors me you’ll find your Jamie
Returning homeward from Americay

Oh Jamie dear, do you remember
When I sat with you for manys the hour
And my young fancy away was carried
And the bees hummed around on each open flower

But when you’ve crossed the western ocean
The main that loved you, you’ll never mind eva’
And you’ll scarce ever think upon the maids of Erin
For you’ll find strange sweethearts in America

Oh Mary dear, I don’t dissemble
For to all other fair maids, I’ll prove untrue
And if you think that these are false promises
I’ll leave these vows as a pledge to you

That what I have may prove unsuccessful
And fortune prove to me a slippery ball
That a favoring gale it may never blow on me
If I forsake you in America

And to conclude and to end these verses
May God protect this young female fair
And keep her from every wild embarrassment
And of, my darling, take the greatest care

For she’s slow to anger and of kind disposition
And her cheeks like roses in June do blow
In my nightly slumbers when ever I think on her
I could court her vision in America

Love Me Tender (Matson, Pressley)
Arranged by John McGann/Arbor Vitae Music/ASCAP

My wife Hilary and I sing this incredibly tender love song as a lullaby to our son Liam. Aoife has created the most beautiful version here.

Love me tender,
Love me sweet,
Never let me go.
You have made my life complete
And I love you so.

Love me tender,
Love me true,
All my dreams fulfilled.
For my darling I love you,
And I always will.

Love me tender,
Love me long,
Take me to your heart.
For its there I belong,
And we’ll never part.

Love me tender,
Love me dear,
Tell me you are mine.
I’ll be yours through all the years
‘til the end of time.

When at last my dreams come true
Darling this I know
Happiness will follow you
Everywhere you go.

Cherry River Music/BMI

Christmas in Washington (Steve Earle)

It’s Christmastime in Washington
The Democrats rehearsed
Getting’ into gear for four more years
Of things not getting’ worse
The Republicans drink whiskey neat
And thanked their lucky stars
They said, “he cannot seek another terms
There’ll be no more FDRs’
I sat home in Tennessee
Staring at the screen
With an uneasy feeling in my chest
And I’m wonderin’ what it means.

So come back Woody Guthrie
Come back to us now
Tear your eyes from paradise
And rise again somehow
If you run into Jesus
Maybe he can help you out
Come back Woody Guthrie to us now.

I followed in your footsteps once
Back in my travelin’ days
Somewhere I failed to find your trail
Now I’m stumblin’ through the haze
But there’s killers on the highway now
And a man can’t get around
So I sold my soul for wheels that roll
Now I’m stuck here in this town.


There’s foxes in the hen house
Cows out in the corn
The unions have been busted
Their proud red banners torn
To listen to the radio
You’d think that all was well
But you and me and Cisco know
Its going straight to hell

So come back Emma Goldman
Rise up old Joe Hill
The barricades are goin’ up
They cannot break our will
Come back to us, Malcolm X
And Martin Luther King
We’re marching into Selma
As the bells of freedom ring


Publisher: WB Music Corp/Wixen Music/ASCAP

Sweet Sunny South (Traditional)

Take me back to the place where I first saw the light
To the sweet sunny south take me home
Where the mockingbirds sing me to rest every night
Oh, why was I tempted to roam?

I think with regret of the dear home I left
Of the warm hearts that sheltered me there
Of wife and of dear ones of whom I’m bereft
For the old place again do I sigh

Take me back to the place where the orange trees grow
To my plot in the evergreen shade
Where the flowers from the river’s green margins did grow
And spread their sweet scent through the glade

Oh the path to the cottage they say has grown green
And the place is quite lonely around
I know that the smiles and the forms I have seen
Now lie in the dark mossy ground

Take me back, let me see what is left that I knew
Can it be that the old house is gone?
Dear friends of my childhood indeed must be few
And I must face death all alone

But yet I’ll return to the place of my birth
Where the children have played round the door
Where they gathered wild blossoms that grown round the path
They’ll echo our footsteps no more

Take me back to the place where my little ones sleep
Poor Massa lies buried close by
By the graves of my loved ones, I long for to weep
And among them to rest when I die.

Take me back to the place where I first saw the light
To the sweet sunny south take me home
Where the mockingbirds sing me to rest every night
Oh why was I tempted to roam?

Mothers of the Disappeared (Hewson, Evans, Mullen and Clayton)

Midnight, our sons and daughters
Were cut down and taken from us
Hear their heartbeat
We hear their heartbeat
In the wind we hear their laughter
In the rain we see their tears
Hear their heartbeat
We hear their heartbeat

Night hangs like a prisoner
Stretched over black and blue
Hear their heartbeat
We hear their heartbeat

In the trees our sons stand naked
Through the walls our daughters cry
See their tears in the rainfall

Publisher: Universal-Polygram International