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Mary Black

Donegal Breeze

 

Donegal Breeze

(album: Circus - 1995)


With your dark hair in the Donegal breeze
Bringing me softly and sweetly to the ground
But, there's madness in the sycamore trees
And there's no salvation to be found

Right now the only thing that my mind ever holds
Are long dark silences or screaming that explodes
Burning rocking beds with visions of a land
Long dark tunnels, questions and calm
But, with you, you know I have no doubts
And fear will have no sting
With your brilliant eyes and your lost and broken wing
My head upon your shoulder as you take me in your arms
Continents will crumble, we will find no harm

With your dark hair in the Donegal breeze
Bringing me softly and sweetly to the ground
But, there's madness in the sycamore trees
And there's no salvation to be found

Well, I'll brace myself against the dark, endeavour to go on
No matter how long it takes, and even though I might be wrong
And I will ask a little favour of whatever God I find
And I will come back for you darling, when I find some peace of mind

Well, I don't know about tomorrow, it will be here and gone
I don't know about tonight, it'll be too long
Sometimes I think I'm dying, and I don't care how
All I know is that I want you, and I want you here and now

With your dark hair in the Donegal breeze
Bringing me softly and sweetly to the ground
But, there's madness in the sycamore trees
And there's no salvation to be found

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