(Free me, free me) Oh, six strings, three chords, ah, big dreams (Free me, free me) And He don't let me down when the days of rain came He was there
Cancel my subscription to the resurrection Love is the law, pure perfection I'm born again, yeah Who said love was a losing game? I got light, man, I
Good lovin' in the morning Like butter through your fingers I feel a little strength I hear a multitude of singers in my mind The closer I get, the deeper
now demons running, racing through my dreams. taking shape, destroy my life forever, poisoned memories to fuel this fire, I'll burn you alive, you, too
A shadow in an empty doorway... Call your name but no reply I still see your face... but there's no trace Photographs... no good bye Seems like I must
The hands keep on turning, the pendulum just swings Prisoners upon this rock, flying without wings Captured in a moment, still the hours chimed Joining
Teutonic Terror Back to the frontlines..........back to the night Medieval marauders ..........under the lights Back for the plunder.......the thrill
Hey little momo Light as a rainbow, Heavy as an asteroid Crashed in the bathtub Yeah, sitting in the bathtub Hair full of her fingers Hair full of
We hate it when our friends become successful We hate it when our friends become successful Oh, look at those clothes Now look at that face, it's so
Where have all our heroes gone what's come over our great land America is still my home sweet home but where have all our heroes gone I saw a group of
The sword is sharp, the spear is long The arrow swift, the gate is strong The heart is bold that looks on gold The dwarves no more shall suffer wrong
Mac flossy where you at? (Aah) I wish they all could be California I wish they all could be California I wish they all could be California hoes California
Welcome our friends enter our realm we will rise again with your power we will win Show us your hands let us hear your voice without you we canA't win
[Instrumental]
Si Beg Si Mohr (Traditional)
Skyezinha/The Egret (Written and arranged by Kirk McLeod)
From Clare To Here (Ralph McTell) There's four who share this room And we work hard for the craic Sleepin' late on Sunday's well I Never get to mass
Slow Air, Jigs, and Hornpipes The Mountains of Pomeroy (Martin Hughes) Garret Barry's (Traditional; arranged by Neil Anderson) Snug In A Blanket (Traditional