mccormack's wall

well

i've not been honest

darlin'

no

i've not been straight at all. well

i beg your pardon;

the night we jumped mccormack's wall

i was so happy just to be with you

i would have said anything at all. now i could scream your name

till you do the same

but i know you won't respond

well

here we are. what can we do?

la din da. i'm gonna ride black river

with the lark in the morning

and the dew upon the dawn

well

a-home we came a-crawling

with our sickness and our song

for all guitar makers;

for the prisoners and the law;

and the fine wine drinkers

who drank their bellies raw;

and to all the good samaritans

whoever found us in the dark;

and to all who've been

or come between

the lovers in the park;

and to all the o diomasaigh singers

with their roots in holy ground. and forgiveness still lingers

in the bells above the town. well

here we are. what's there to do?

la din la. i'm gonna ride on black river

well

this is a song of drinking

and for a drink it will be sung

and i'll sing it right

and i'll say goodnight

unless they're serving another one