Ev'rywhere I hear the sound Of marching charging feet, boy 'Cause summer's here and the time is right For fighting in the street, boy Well, what can
Please allow me to introduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste I've been around for a long, long year Stole many a man's soul and fate I was 'round
One must be remiss when their prospects of bliss Will abandon all reason to blend with decay A banquet of fools in the lunatic season The cards that I
A heart of stone, a smoking gun I can give you life, I can take it away A heart of stone, a smoking gun I'm working it out, I'm working Feel so underrated
over rivers of light seas of pearl High into the sun Then we spent the night walking on the water Hey man catch me white bait Hey man let's have a banquet
has begun Another banquet, another song, grace to you o forest deep Gathering of dwarves, elves and men Satchels and pouches they bring forth The banquet
Loreena McKennitt Recorded at Annaghmakerrig, Ireland Loreena McKennitt: troubador and celtic harps, tambourine, finger cymbals
wine of virgin blood, from between female legs Lust wrapped in limbs, tongues drenched in blood Seduction in dusk, romance in fire Banquet in the dark
dream down by the sea Yankee yachts and lobster pots and sunshine And logs and sails and shell oil pails Dogs and tugs and summertime Back in the banquet
His invitation was clear I shut my eyes and now I'm here Please make way,our host is making his entree
Oh help me, please doctor, I'm damaged There's a pain where there once was a heart It's sleepin, it's a beatin' Can't ya please tear it out, and preserve
Waitin' for a girl she's got curlers in her hair Waitin' for a girl we have no money anywhere She gets buses everywhere Waitin' for a factory girl Waitin
There's a tramp sittin' on my doorstep Tryin' to waste his time With his methylated sandwich He's a walking clothesline And here comes the Bishop's daughter
Take me to the station And put me on a train I've got no expectations To pass through here again Once I was a rich man And now I am so poor But never
Parachute woman, land on me tonight Parachute woman, land on me tonight Yeah, I'll break big in New Orleans And I'll overspill in Caroline Parachute
Well a poor boy took his father's bread and started down the road Started down the road Took all he had and started down the road Going out in this
Let's drink to the hard working people Let's drink to the lowly of birth Raise your glass to the good and the evil Let's drink to the salt of the earth
