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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Washington Irving
Washington Irving
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joseph Black
Joseph Black
Composer
Martin Anfield
Martin Anfield
Composer
R. MacDonald
R. MacDonald
Composer
Kieran Heather
Kieran Heather
Composer
Chris McGarry
Chris McGarry
Composer

Songtexte

There's a man speaking to me in tongues I understand every word he says And I'm floating now, down, down, down And I'm looking about, trying to fix my gaze I see a man at your door with no tongue And he's pushing past you and he screams with his eyes If you don't open for me, I'll break you down I will take truth from you 'til you speak nothing but lies So I lie for a while by that old olive tree And Assisi is waking with the bells at my back But the fruit turns to earth in my mouth And I'm dying in leaves no step had trodden black Now the tongues are speaking softly to me And I wake from my dream as cold as the dead And a voice in the dark says what did you see I say lay your hand upon my forehead She says she'd only have to take off her dress And I'd stay tonight and bolt those heavy doors I smile down at my drink and I look back out west There's more to her than ever could be yours Lay your hand upon my forehead Lay your hand upon my forehead Lay your hand upon my forehead Lay your hand upon my forehead
Writer(s): Chris Mcgarry, Joseph Black, Kieran Heather, Martin Anfield, Rory Macdonald Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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