| With your dark hair in the Donegal breeze
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| Bringing me softly and sweetly to the ground
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| But, there’s madness in the sycamore trees
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| And there’s no salvation to be found
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| Right now the only thing that my mind ever holds
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| Are long dark silences or screaming that explodes
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| Burning rocking beds with visions of a land
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| Long dark tunnels, questions and calm
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| But, with you, you know I have no doubts
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| And fear will have no sting
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| With your brilliant eyes and your lost and broken wing
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| My head upon your shoulder as you take me in your arms
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| Continents will crumble, we will find no harm
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| With your dark hair in the Donegal breeze
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| Bringing me softly and sweetly to the ground
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| But, there’s madness in the sycamore trees
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| And there’s no salvation to be found
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| Well I’ll brace myself against the dark, endeavour to go on
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| No matter how long it takes, and even though I might be wrong
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| And I will ask a little favour of whatever God I find
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| And I will come back for you darling, when I find some peace of mind
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| Well I don’t know about tomorrow, it will be here and gone
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| I don’t know about tonight, it’ll be too long
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| Sometimes I think I’m dying, and I don’t care how
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| All I know is that I want you, and I want you here and now
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| With your dark hair in the Donegal breeze
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| Bringing me softly and sweetly to the ground
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| But, there’s madness in the sycamore trees
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| And there’s no salvation to be found |