Magic Hour Songtext
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In the magic hour, when the moon is low
And the sky's the kinda blue that you think you know
But you don't know
The Turfcutters Donkey runs around and
All the fairy children they run around and
All the other children they make no sound
In that hour, if you're on the coast
And the waves nip at your heels like a dog
Pull me closer
And the sky's the kinda blue that you think you know
But you don't know
The Turfcutters Donkey runs around and
All the fairy children they run around and
All the other children they make no sound
In that hour, if you're on the coast
And the waves nip at your heels like a dog
Pull me closer
It's past the time of the dinner bell
Before the shine of Orion's belt
The sky's still bluer than a bluebell
Oh when I go, won't you throw my bones to the fish
And weigh my body down with sticks and stones
Bury me not in the old graveyard where all my friends are
Beneath the heather on the high hillside
Death is a lonely bride
In the magic hour, when the moonlight gleams
And the sky's the kind of gray that you've never seen
Till you've seen it
Run down to the Virgin Mary's bank
Where our mothers cried and our fathers drank
We all just trying to see where the ship sank
In that hour, if you listen hard
You can hear my granddaddy singing far away
Like an evening star Songs of an old Ireland, songs bout being young again
I wish I was young again
Oh when I go, won't you throw my bones to the fish
And weigh my body down with sticks and stones
Bury me not in the old graveyard where all my friends are
Beneath the heather on the high hillside
Death is a lonely bride
Before the shine of Orion's belt
The sky's still bluer than a bluebell
Oh when I go, won't you throw my bones to the fish
And weigh my body down with sticks and stones
Bury me not in the old graveyard where all my friends are
Beneath the heather on the high hillside
Death is a lonely bride
In the magic hour, when the moonlight gleams
And the sky's the kind of gray that you've never seen
Till you've seen it
Run down to the Virgin Mary's bank
Where our mothers cried and our fathers drank
We all just trying to see where the ship sank
In that hour, if you listen hard
You can hear my granddaddy singing far away
Like an evening star Songs of an old Ireland, songs bout being young again
I wish I was young again
Oh when I go, won't you throw my bones to the fish
And weigh my body down with sticks and stones
Bury me not in the old graveyard where all my friends are
Beneath the heather on the high hillside
Death is a lonely bride
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