And daughters that don't belong to anyone And we are alone under this sun We are the long forgotten sons And we work to fix the work that you've undone Far from home on a road unknown Where the vultures circle on winds that blow From northern skies that

And the drums are going a rap a tap tap And the fifes they loudly play Fare you well polly my dear I must be going away Wrapped up in a soldier's cloak If anyone comes a courting you, It's of a gentleman soldier As sentry he did stand He saluted a fair

There's a thorn tree in the garden, if you know just what I mean, And I hate to hurt your feelings but its not the way it seems, 'Cause I miss her. She's the only girl I've cared for, the only one I've known. And no one ever shared more love than we've

Here we are on earth together, It's you and I, God has made us fall in love, it's true I've really found someone like you Will it stay the love you feel for me, will it say That you will be by my side To see me through, Until my life is through Well, in

We'll be coming back for you one day Standing in the light till it's over, out of our minds Someone had to draw a line I don't even care if I know you, out of our minds Sad to leave it all behind Are we ever gonna feel the same? And we all do it all

Are you the one From my side of town Maybe, maybe It's hard breathing in It's hard breathing out Lately, lately Louder, harder, better As good as it ever gets

Can't live, can't live without you Stand up and shout We're ready to rock, we're ready to roll Stand up and shout Are you ready, are you ready Come on and get it One, two, one, two, three, four You stand in front of the band with all those scarves in

Where have you gone, from me? The one that I loved endlessly. Does it have to be so cold in Ireland? Does it have to be so cold in Ireland, for me? Are they ready for me? Here is a story Of hope and of glory. He's eighteen years old And well I fell in

Desert shadows creep across purple sands. Natives kneel in prayer by their caravans. There, silhouetted under and eastern star, I see my long lost blossom of shalimar You, Misirlou, Are the moon and the sun, fairest one. Old temple bells are calling

Leave me alone I must disassociate from you You were my oppressor And I, I have been programmed to obey But now, you are my handler And I, I will execute your demands Behold my transformation And you are empowered to do as you please My mind was lost in