rap: the boys we're just chillin' with Earth, Wind & Fire this is my desire talking 'bout culture I'm a vulture just like the beat chillin' with Earth
Test the mend, devil melt Bloody money when it's lent Scum repair everywhere They want money, oh Heavenly won't it be Here's some money Belong to thee
I was just a young boy, barely 17 A regular poster child for the American dream I spent some time in college, tried to learn that system well Left
You used to be as a child, full of hope and wonder Hey, now do you remember those days? Your mind was free and running wild Now the sound of thunder
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[Music: P. Wagner, S. Efthimiadis, C. Efthimiadis / Lyrics: P. Wagner] A dangerous heritage they've left behind for us So we meet our death before time
Black is the color of my true love`s hair Her lips are like some roses fair She`s the sweetest face and the gentlest hands. I love the ground whereon
Buachaill o'n Eirne me 's bhreagfainn calin deas og Ni iarrfainn bo spre lei ta me fhein saibhir go leor 'S liom Corcaigh da mheid e dha thaobh a' ghleanna
All God's creatures got a place in the choir Some sing low and some sing higher Some sing out loud on the telephone wire Some just clap their hands or
Well, I took a stroll on the old long walk Of a day -I-ay-I-ay I met a little girl and we stopped to talk Of a fine soft day -I-ay-I-ay And I ask you,
As I'm sitting here in the firelight And turning back the years I can hear my mother singing in the morning As she scrubbed our shining faces And then
Chorus Home, home, home from the sea Angels of mercy, answer our plea And carry us home, home, home from the[ sea Carry us safely home from the sea.
The candlelight is fading as I gently kneel and say An Ave for my mother as her spirit slips away Away to join my father and to share eternity We call
Once in the dear dead days beyond recall When on the world the mists began to fall Out of the dreams that rose in happy throng Low to our hearts love
My love is like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June My love is like a melody That's sweetly played in tune As fair art thou, my Bonnie lass So
When I dream, I'll be dreaming of Noreen And the love that I'm leaving behind me. And the twilight will always remind me Of my Noreen, Mo Stoirin, my
They come from the farms and the factories too They all soon forget who they are The cares of today, well, they're soon washed away As they sit at a stool
As I was a goin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains I saw captain Farrell and his money he was counting I first produced my pistols then produced my