Sinéad O’Connor – Something Beautiful live at the Sugar Club, Dublin

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?

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Sinead O Connor

Something Beautiful lyrics © Hipgnosis Sfh I Limited

Sinéad O’Connor – Something Beautiful live at the Sugar Club, Dublin

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?

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Sinead O Connor

Something Beautiful lyrics © Hipgnosis Sfh I Limited

Frances Black – The Hills of South Armagh

Lyrics

The crowded streets of Brooklyn
Seem a long way from my home
People rushing onwards
Going to and coming from
You bid them time of day and
They look the other way
And so you end up just like them
And talk to no one

Where the grass is fresh and green
Where the air is pure and clean
Where the gentle rivers kiss the mountain streams
Although I’ve travelled far
The hills of south Armagh
Are the hills I’m roaming nightly in my dreams

The view from my apartment
Is a junkie’s alley way
My children speak in accents
Not like mine
My old man’s working two jobs
We don’t see him much these days
Oh, we’d be happy
If we only had the time

I hear the hills are occupied by strangers now
And the work keeps getting scarcer every day
Oh, it’s a hard life when you’re forced from home
To leave the ones you love
Oh, it’s a hard life when you’re forced to live this way

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Patricia Brigid Mccoy

Sinéad O’Connor – Something Beautiful live at the Sugar Club, Dublin

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?

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Sinead O Connor

Something Beautiful lyrics © Hipgnosis Sfh I Limited

Frances Black – The Hills of South Armagh

Lyrics

The crowded streets of Brooklyn
Seem a long way from my home
People rushing onwards
Going to and coming from
You bid them time of day and
They look the other way
And so you end up just like them
And talk to no one

Where the grass is fresh and green
Where the air is pure and clean
Where the gentle rivers kiss the mountain streams
Although I’ve travelled far
The hills of south Armagh
Are the hills I’m roaming nightly in my dreams

The view from my apartment
Is a junkie’s alley way
My children speak in accents
Not like mine
My old man’s working two jobs
We don’t see him much these days
Oh, we’d be happy
If we only had the time

I hear the hills are occupied by strangers now
And the work keeps getting scarcer every day
Oh, it’s a hard life when you’re forced from home
To leave the ones you love
Oh, it’s a hard life when you’re forced to live this way

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Patricia Brigid Mccoy