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Out of the mist
Rising, ten thousand navajo braves
Shining like golden eagles in flight
Climbing high on the plain

Born of the Earth
Set free to ride away with the sun
So free to sing in tune with the world
Gladly, dance for the rain

So many moons have flown
Now all your ghosts dance along shadows
War cries that died on your lips
Echo above the plain

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Searching for fragments of old yesterday,
I stand at the edge of my childhood to find,
I long for the shadows that danced at the end of the day...

Well I'm walking this lonely street
But I'm far from bein' alone
'Cause everyone I meet,
Has nowhere to call home.
So they move on
From day to day,
Just to stand in a line.

Well my mother she comes to me
And begs me not to fight.
For the sake of the family,
I have to stay out of sight.
So I move on
From day to day,
Just to stand in a line.

On the road again
For a job I never find.
People talking...
As if we're not their kind.
I got a handbill,
Says there's work up here.
Left my homeland...
And paid a price too dear.

I've come to the end of the line
There's too many men,
Despair in their faces...
Each one of us hoping to find a life,
A home, a dream...
Within the line.

I ain't helpless --
I just need a hand.
These are hard times,
For every kind of man.

I've come to the end of the line
There's too many men,
Despair in their faces.
Each one of us hoping to find
A life, a home, a dream
Within the line.

I've come to the end of the line
There's too many men,
Despair in their faces.
Each one of us hoping to find
A life, a home, a dream
A place to be.

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Listen now boys, my grandmother said -
I'll tell you a story and then off to bed.
There once was a time, we lived off the land.
Harvest would come, and we all lent a hand

But winds blew our lives, and scattered our seeds.
Changing the landscape, from flowers to weeds.
See in the graveyard the families gone.
The grandest of tombstones carry them on...

When you sail from the Harbour,
It's your last eyes of Ireland.

We tended the fire, and faeries appeased
The flame never died until we had to leave.
And when we were gone, the house tumbled down
And covered our footprints, we'd left on the ground.

When you sail from the Harbour,
It's your last eyes of Ireland.

My eyes are now tired and no longer see.
But visions of Ireland linger in me.
So carry your past in the rooms of your heart
And you'll never he empty of love when you part

When you sail from the Harbour,
It's your last eyes of Ireland.