If it's all so far behind me why does it seem like yesterday The lark in the morning, your auld lad tossin' hay The ferry in the harbor dancing jigs upon
the Jersey trucks rolled by And she said, "Don't you ever leave me Oh, for god sake don't let me down" But how could I ever take A black girl back to
Oh, I see you lookin' from the corner of your eye As I put on me make-up, hoist me skirt up high I won't be comin' home tonight, just so as you know Lock
Born on a black Monday, me mother screamin' curses Me old lad in the pub losin' money on the horses Me granny kicked in the door said, "Get a job, you
Oh Maureen Maureen got married to a sanitation worker She's livin' out in Brooklyn with her mother in law And when her old man's sleepin' Maureen comes
I don't know why it all fell apart I was too young, you were too smart I guess you knew It was goin' nowhere right from the start But your memory brings
I headed for the tapes Then all at once A big white flash took me by surprise An apparition in tie-dye Arose before me eyes A curly headed black man
we need you the most Hey, big fellah..........c'mon Tabhair dom do lamh Give me your hand Back on the streets of dublin when we fought the black and
no lie, that's no lie My wife died from misery, that's no lie Oh, I struck the bastard down, I don't deny, I don't deny Raised the black flag up on
I remember your eyes from the 12th of July When the sirens were screamin' and the flames lit the sky And you held me so tight, thought you'd never let
I remember you back in 1992 When they were putting us down Trying to tramp us into the ground You exploded like a flame in the night With a righteous
My name is Bobby Sands MP Born in the city of Belfast Divided by religion I grew up fast I was stabbed and I was spat upon My family run out of its home
we're bouncin' off the Turnpike The troopers come and haul us off the black ice One says, "Hi, my name is Kevin It's a pleasure to meet you, Black 47"
May your black hearted soul rot in hell There's no love left on earth and God is dead in heaven In these dark and deadly days of Black 47 God's curse
Oh Maria, I'm so sorry I wrecked your wedding You've just gotta believe me But just the thought of you takin' your clothes off for that jerk Oh, it got
I got a job in a band called Black 47 I was doin' nothin' special after 11 Oh we learned some tunes and wrote some songs And we bought ourselves a drum
You'll long for me in Australia I should have known what would become of me The future's always been there for all the world to see The black death
Prijevod: Crna 47. Funky Ceili (Bridie je Pjesmu).
