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Lisa Hannigan – Fall (Official Video) #allourrunning

Lisa Hannigan – Fall (Official Video)

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Hide your horses, hold your tongue
Hang the rich and spare the young
Who drain the spirits from the jars
Hop the fences, steal the cars
Run on fumes and from the north
And burn for us right through the fall

All the ladies call your name
Brush your hair like it could be tamed
Hitch their dresses past the knees
Spilling to the floor like ease
They swing the bridges one and more
And burn for us right through the fall

All our running ahead, all our running ahead
All our running ahead

And we’ll seize the captain’s wheel
A mutiny we’ve come to feel
When [?] their aiming’s gone from view
With everything we thought to do
Oh, the devil won’t have me
I wonder who will, I wonder who will
All our running is a crawl
And burns for us right through the fall

All our running ahead, all our running ahead
All our running ahead
All our running, all our running
All our running, all our running

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Songwriters: Lisa Margaret Hannigan

Fall lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Words & Music A Div Of Big Deal Music LLC

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Songs of Ireland – Gortnamona – Brendan O’Dowda #musicaware

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•Jun 15, 2008
 

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Brendan O’Dowda singing Gortnamona, written by Percy French.
Long, long ago in the woods of Gortnamona, I thought the birds were singing in the blackthorn tree; But oh, it was my heart that was singing, singing, singing, With the joy that you were bringing, oh my love, to me Long, long ago in the woods of Gortnamona, I thought the wind was sighing round the blackthorn tree; But oh, it was the banshee that was crying, crying, crying, And I knew my love was dying far across the sea. Now if you go through the woods of Gortnamona, You’ll hear the raindrops creeping through the blackthorn tree; But oh, it is the tears thatI am weeping, weeping, weeping, For the loved one that is sleeping far away from me. Long, long ago in the woods of Gortnamona, I thought the birds were singing in the blackthorn tree; But oh, it was my heart that was singing, singing, singing, With the joy that you were bringing, oh my love, to me
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