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I walked through the hailstones and the merciless wind |
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To where the island disappears and the sea begins |
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It was new year's eve at the mountainside |
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On the winding road that slopes down to where Frankie lies |
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I stood still and stared down at the clay |
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Waiting for sorrow I started to pray |
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Ah but Errigal was wrapped up in brilliant white snow |
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Smoke rose from the turf fires of Bunbeg bungalows |
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I stood before the mountain waiting for sorrow |
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But the waves kept time and I let go |
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Go..... go..... |
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Go..... go..... to where the cool breeze sighs |
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Go..... go..... to where your flute tones rise |
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Go..... go..... to where Errigal's in your eyes |
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We hear your grace notes they fill our nights |
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We miss you too much but it's all right |
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It's all right, it's all right |
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We know you're all right now, Frankie |
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I waited for darkness to torture my mind |
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But the Atlantic waves banged out a rhythm behind |
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I saw his fresh face with that killer smile |
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The flute up to his lips and in his own style |
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Eyes closed he took me to his wonderland |
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And the waves kept time on the Donegal strand |
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I stood before the mountain waiting for sorrow |
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But the waves kept time and I let go |
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We know you're all right now, Frankie |
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I walked through the hailstones and the merciless wind |
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To where the island disappears and the sea begins... |
