Last night as I lay dreamin’ Of pleasant days gone by Me mind bein’ bent on rambling To Ireland I did fly I stepped on board a vision and I followed with the wind Till first I came to anchor at The cross at Spancil Hill
It being the 23rd of June The day before the fair Where Ireland’s sons and daughters And friends assembled there The young, the old The brave and the bold came Their duty to fulfill At the parish church near Clooney A mile from Spancil Hill
I went to see my neighbours to See what they might say The old ones were all dead and gone The young ones turning grey I met the tailor Quigley He’s as bold as ever still He used to mend my britches when I lived in Spancil Hill
I took a flying visit to my one and only love She’s as white as any lily As gentle as a dove She threw her arms around Me, saying “Johnny, i love you still” She is Nell, the farmer’s daughter The pride of Spancil Hill
I dreamt I held and kissed her As in the days of old Saying, “Johnny, you’re only joking As many’s the time before” But the cock, he crew in the morning He crew both loud and shrill I awoke in California Many miles from Spancil Hill
Lord, if I ever needed someone, I need You Lord, if I ever needed someone, I need You
See me through the daytime (See me through the daytime) And through the long, lonely night Lead me through the darkness (Ooh-ooh-ooh) And on into the light
To stand with me when I’m troubled (Stand with me when I’m troubled) And help me through my strife At times, get so uncertain, I turn to You (Ooh-ooh-ooh) Turn to You in my young life
Lord, if I ever needed someone, I need You Lord, if I ever needed someone, I need You
Someone to hold on to (Someone to hold to) And keep me from all fear Someone to be my guiding light (Ooh-ooh-ooh) And keep me ever dear
To keep me from all my selfishness (Keep me from all selfishness) To keepin’ me from all my sorrow To lead me onto givingness (Ooh-ooh-ooh) So I can see a new tomorrow
Lord, if I ever needed someone, I need You Lord, if I ever needed someone, I need You
Someone to walk with Oh, someone to hold by the hand Someone to talk with Someone to understand Eh (yeah) Yeah (yeah)To call on when I need You (Call on when I need You) And I need You very much To open up my arms to You (Feel Your tender touch) Feel Your tender touch
To feel it and to keep it (Feel it and keep it) Tuck it right here in my soul (yeah-yeah) And care for it and keep it with me (Never, never to grow old) Never to grow old
Lord, if I ever needed someone, I need You Lord, if I ever needed someone, I need You One more time again Lord, if I ever needed, needed someone, I need You Lord, oh, if I ever needed someone, I need You
On Raglan Road on an autumn day I saw her first and knew That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue; I saw the danger, yet I passed along the enchanted way, And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day.
On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the ledge Of the deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion’s pledge, The Queen of Hearts still making tarts and I not making hay Oh I loved too much and by such by such is happiness thrown away.
I gave her gifts of the mind I gave her the secret sign that’s known To the artists who have known the true gods of sound and stone And word and tint without stint for I gave her poems to say. With her own name there and her own dark hair like clouds over fields of May
On a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see her walking now Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow That I had loved not as I should a creature made of clay When the angel woos the clay he’d lose his wings at the dawn of day.
2,198,715 views Apr 18, 2012 Something Beautiful is taken from the limited edition DVD package Theology. Recorded in the intimate environs of The Sugar Club.
Lyrics
I wanna make Something beautiful For you and from you To show you To show you I adore you Oh you
And your journey Towards me Which I see And I see All you push through Mad for you And because of you
I couldn’t thank you in ten thousand years If I cried ten thousand rivers of tears Ah, but you know the soul And you know what makes it gold You give life through blood Blood, blood Blood, blood Oh, blood, blood
Oh I wanna make something so lovely for you ‘Cause I promised that’s what I’d do for you With the Bible, I stole I know you forgave my soul because Such was my need on a chronic Christmas Eve And I think we’re agreed That it should have been free And you sang to me
They dress the wounds of my poor people As though they’re nothing Saying, “Peace, peace” When there’s no peace They dress the wounds of my poor people As though they’re nothing Saying, “Peace, peace, peace” When there’s no peace
Days without number Now can a bride forget her jewels? Or a maid her ornaments? Yet, my people forgotten me
Days without number Days without number And in their want Who’ll dress their wounds? Who’ll dress their wounds?
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