| Song For Joe You said, It pays to know your enemy. Stand out from the crowd Count your blessings on one hand and on the other dream out loud Words like stepping stones bathed in pools of light Standing by the waters edge as a thousand birds take flight Formed a spiral up above me and rose into the night This is my song for Joe Singiní alive, alive oh May your garden ever grow ëNeath summer skies and winter snow My song for Joe Singiní alive, alive oh I offer up this melody for want of a better prayer A pocket torch and a compass for the dark places we dare I bought a brand new shovel, weaved a silver suit Set out on the road alone with my share of the loot And Iím still dancing ëround the fire playing this old plastic flute This is my song for Joe Above the clouds beyond our view the moon was shining bright And in the mist below we cursed the dark under sodium street light Planting charges in the tower walls, fuse set to ignite This is my song for Joe I crossed a bridge in Limerick City, passing through Southill Twenty five and still alive, I had time to kill With my bag of expectations all tied up in a bind and sparks for illumination from that axe I had to grind I donít know if I was led there or pushed on from behind
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