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When the songs flow down like a river |
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And the words cut through |
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Dreams fly around me |
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I'm a happy man in the world |
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I love the sound of the bodhran |
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Kicking in behind me |
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It heats my blood |
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When the trumpet flies above me |
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I'm a happy man in the world |
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It's the holy ground I'm looking for |
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I wake up every morning and ask for more |
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I'm a happy man in the world |
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Sometimes vultures hover |
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Over wounded angels lives |
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Black dog comes to see me |
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Darkness fills my world |
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So I close my eyes and listen |
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To a Jamaican freedom song |
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I move my body to the rhythm |
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I'm a happy man in the world |
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It's the holy ground I'm looking for |
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I wake up every morning and ask for more |
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I'm a happy man in the world |
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Sometimes I fly with the white swan |
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To my Liffey home |
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There the river sings to me |
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I'm a happy man in the world. |
