Underneath that pretty shroud You're too distressed to speak Weighed down by the sad events That some call Holy Week Put your ear to the breeze my friend Take heed of the ebb and flow We'll sing your spirit back to life With the songs of Ivanhoe
It's good to see my old friends Man, it's been so long Now that we're together We're gonna sing you a song Let these steel strings Take you home to me And let yourself be soothed by The sound of drums
Climb down the stairs and out the door Till your feet are on the earth You'll find us in the meadowland For better or for worse We brought the pipes and the mandolin We beat the old bodhran So close your eyes and drift with us On the myths of Babylon
It's good to see my old friends Man, it's been so long Now that we're together We're gonna sing you a song Let these steel strings Take you home to me And let yourself be soothed by The sound of drums
It's good to see my old friends Man, it's been so long Now that we're together We're gonna sing you a song Let these steel strings Take you home to me And let yourself be soothed by The sound of drumsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
