VAN MORRISON POETRY Selected By Paul Durcan SUMMERTIME IN ENGLAND Can you meet me in the country In the summertime in England Will you meet me? Will you meet me in the country In the summertime in England Will you meet me? We'll go riding up to Kendal in the country In the summertime in England. Did you ever hear about Did you ever hear about Did you ever hear about Wordsworth and Coleridge, baby? Did you ever hear about Wordsworth and Coleridge? They were smokin' up in Kendal By the lakeside Can you meet me in the country in the long grass In the summertime in England Will you meet me With your red robe dangling all around your body With your red robe dangling all around your body Will you meet me Did you ever hear about . . . William Blake T. S. Eliot In the summer In the countryside They were smokin' Summertime in England Won't you meet me down Bristol Meet me along by Bristol We'll go ridin' down Down by Avalon Down by Avalon Down by Avalon In the countryside in England With your red robe danglin' all around your body free Let your red robe go. Goin' ridin' down by Avalon Would you meet me in the country In the summertime in England Would you meet me? In the Church of St. John . . . Down by Avalon . . . . Holy Magnet Give you attraction Yea, I was attracted to you. Your coat was old, ragged and worn And you wore it down through the ages Ah, the sufferin' did show in your eyes as we spoke And the gospel music The voice of Mahalia Jackson came through the ether Oh my common one with the coat so old And the light in the head Said, daddy, don't stroke me Call me the common one. I said, oh, common one, my illuminated one. Oh my high in the art of sufferin' one. Take a walk with me Take a walk with me down by Avalon Oh, my common one with the coat so old And the light in her head. And the sufferin' so fine Take a walk with me down by Avalon And I will show you It ain't why, why, why It just is. Would you meet me in the country Can you meet me in the long grass In the country in the summertime Can you meet me in the long grass Wait a minute With your red robe . . . Danglin' all around your body. Yeats and Lady Gregory corresponded . . . And James Joyce wrote streams of consciousness books . . . T.S. Eliot chose England . . . T.S. Eliot joined the ministry . . . Did you ever hear about . . . Wordsworth and Coleridge? Smokin' up in Kendal They were smokin' by the lakeside . . . Let your red robe go . . . Let your red robe dangle in the countryside in England We'll go ridin' down by Avalon In the country In the summertime With you by my side Let your red robe go . . . You'll be happy dancin' . . . Let your red robe go . . . Won't you meet me down by Avalon In the summertime in England In the Church of St. John . . . Did you ever hear about Jesus walkin' Jesus walkin' down by Avalon? Can you feel the light in England? Can you feel the light in England? Oh, my common one with the light in her head And the coat so old And the sufferin' so fine Take a walk with me Oh, my common one, Oh, my illuminated one Down by Avalon . . . Oh, my common one . . . Oh, my storytime one Oh, my treasury in the sunset Take a walk with me And I will show you It ain't why . . . It just is . . . Oh, my common one With the light in the head And the coat so old Oh, my high in the art of sufferin' one . . . Oh, my common one Take a walk with me Down by Avalon And I will show you It ain't why . . . It just is. Oh, my common one with the light in her head And the coat so fine And the sufferin' so high . . . All right now. Oh, my common one . . . It ain't why . . . It just is . . . That's all That's all there is about it. It just is. Can you feel the light? I want to go to church and say. In your soul . . . Ain't it high? Oh, my common one Oh, my storytime one Oh, my high in the art of sufferin' one Put your head on my shoulder . . . And you listen to the silence. Can you feel the silence? ROLLING HILLS Among the rolling hills I'll live my life in Him Oh I will live my life in Him among the rolling hills With my wife and child I'll do no man no ill Oh I will do no man no ill among the rolling hills Among the rolling hills I'll read my bible still Oh I will read my bible still among the rolling hills With my pen I'll write my song among the rolling hills With my pen I'll write my song among the rolling hills I will do my jig among the rolling hills Oh I will do my jig and live among the rolling hills With my pen I'll write my song among the rolling hills I'll take out my pen and write my song among the rolling hills And I'll stand and watch it all among the rolling hills Oh I will stand and watch it all among the rolling hills IN THE GARDEN The streets are always wet with rain After a summer shower when I saw you standin' In the garden in the garden wet with rain You wiped the teardrops from your eye in sorrow As we watched the petals fall down to the ground And as I sat beside you I felt the Great sadness that day in the garden And then one day you came back home You were a creature all in rapture You had the key to your soul And you did open that day you came back to the garden The olden summer breeze was blowin' on your face The light of God was shinin' on your countenance divine And you were a violet colour as you Sat beside your father and your mother in the garden The summer breeze was blowin' on your face Within your violet you treasure your summery words And as the shiver from my neck down to my spine Ignited me in daylight and nature in the garden And you went into a trance Your childlike vision became so fine And we heard the bells inside the church We loved so much And felt the presence of the youth of Eternal summers in the garden And as it touched your cheeks so lightly Born again you were and blushed and we touched each other lightly And we felt the presence of the Christ And I turned to you and I said No Guru, no method, no teacher Just you and I and nature And the father in the garden No Guru, no method, no teacher Just you and I and nature And the Father and the Son and the Holy Ghost In the garden wet with rain No Guru, no method, no teacher Just you and I and nature and the holy ghost In the garden, in the garden, wet with rain No Guru, no method, no teacher Just you and I and nature And the Father in the garden CLEANING WINDOWS Oh, the smell of the bakery from across the street Got in my nose As we carried our ladders down the street With the wrought-iron gate rows I went home and listened to Jimmie Rodgers in my lunch-break Bought five Woodbines at the shop on the corner And went straight back to work. Oh, Sam was up on top And I was on the bottom with the v We went for lemonade and Paris buns At the shop and broke for tea I collected from the lady And I cleaned the fanlight inside-out I was blowing saxophone on the weekend In that down joint. What's my line? I'm happy cleaning windows Take my time I'll see you when my love grows Baby don't let it slide I'm a working man in my prime Cleaning windows (number a hundred and thirty-six) I heard Leadbelly and Blind Lemon On the street where I was born Sonny Terry, Brownie McGhee, Muddy Waters singin' "I'm A Rolling Stone" I went home and read my Christmas Humphreys' book on Zen Curiosity killed the cat Kerouac's "Dharma Bums" and "On The Road" What's my line? I'm happy cleaning windows Take my time I'll see you when my love grows Baby don't let it slide I'm a working man in my prime Cleaning windows... LISTEN TO THE LION And all my love come down All my love come tumblin' down All my love come tumblin' down All my love come tumblin' down Oh, listen listen To the lion Oh, listen listen listen To the lion... Inside of me Oh, oh, oh And I shall search my soul I shall search my very soul And I shall search my very soul I shall search my very so-o-oul For the lion For the lion For the lion For the lion... Inside of me Oh, oh, yeah And all my tears have flown All my tears like water flown And all my tears like water flown All my tears like-a water flown For the lion For the lion For the lion For the lion... Inside of me (growling, scatting, etc.) Listen to the lion (repeated 14 times) (more scatting) And we sailed, and we sailed... And we sailed, and we sailed... And we sailed, and we sailed... ... sailed to Caledonia And we sailed, and we sailed, And we sailed, and we sailed, and we sailed... Away from Denmark Way up to Caledonia Away from Denmark Way up to Caledonia And we sailed, and we sailed, and we sailed... All around the World And we sailed..., and we sailed..., and we sailed... Looking for a brand new start And we sailed... And we sailed, and we sailed... All around the World ... a brand new start Looking for a brand new start Looking for a brand new start Looking for a brand new start And we sailed, and we sailed, and we sailed... And we sailed... Away from the Golden Gate Way up to the New York City SNOW IN SAN ANSELMO Snow in San Anselmo The deer cross by the lights The mission down in old San Rafael A madman looking for a fight A madman looking for a fight The massage parlor's open The clientele come and they go The classic music station Plays in the background soft and low Plays in the background soft and low The silence round the cascades The ice crisp and clear The beginning of the opera Seem to suddenly appear Seem to suddenly appear The pancake house is always crowded Open 24 hours of every day And if you suffer from insomnia You can speed your time away You can speed your time away Snow in San Anselmo My waitress my waitress my waitress Said it was coming down Said it hadn't happened in over 30 years But it was laying on the ground But it was laying on the ground RAVE ON, JOHN DONNE Rave on John Donne, rave on thy Holy fool Down through the weeks of ages In the moss borne dark dank pools Rave on, down through the industrial revolution Empiricism, atomic and nuclear age Rave on down through time and space down through the corridors Rave on words on printed page Rave on, you left us infinity And well pressed pages torn to fade Drive on with wild abandon Uptempo, frenzied heels Rave on, Walt Whitman, nose down in wet grass Rave on fill the senses On nature's bright green shady path Rave on Omar Khayyam, Rave on Kahlil Gibran Oh, what sweet wine we drinketh The celebration will be held We will partake the wine and break the Holy bread Rave on let a man come out of Ireland Rave on on Mr. Yeats, Rave on down through the Holy Rosey Cross Rave on down through theosophy, and the Golden Dawn Rave on through the writing of "A Vision" Rave on, Rave on, Rave on, Rave on, Rave on, Rave on Rave on John Donne, rave on thy Holy fool Down through the weeks of ages In the moss borne dark dank pools Rave on, down though the industrial revolution Empiricism, atomic and nuclear age Rave on words on printed page ALAN WATT'S BLUES Well I'm taking some time with my quiet friend Well I'm takin' some time on my own. Well I'm makin' some plans for my getaway There'll be blue skies shining up above When I'm cloud hidden Cloud hidden Whereabouts unknown Well I've got to get out of the rat-race now I'm tired of the ways of mice and men And the empires all turning into rust again. Out of everything nothing remains the same That's why I'm cloud hidden Cloud hidden Whereabouts unknown Sittin' up on the mountain-top in my solitude Where the morning fog comes rollin' in Just might do me some good. Well I'm waiting in the clearing with my motor on Well it's time to get back to the town again Where the air is sweet and fresh in the countryside Well it won't be long before I get back here again. A SENSE OF WONDER I walked in my greatcoat Down through the days of the leaves. No before after, yes after before We were shining our light into the days of blooming wonder In the eternal presence, in the presence of the flame. Didn't I come to bring you a sense of wonder Didn't I come to lift your fiery vision bright Didn't I come to bring you a sense of wonder in the flame. On and on and on and on we kept singing our song Over Newtonards and Comber, Gransha and the Ballystockart Road. With Boffyflow and Spike I said I could describe the leaves for Samuel and Felicity Rich, red browney, half burnt orange and green. Didn't I come to bring you a sense of wonder Didn't I come to lift your fiery vision bright Didn't I come to bring you a sense of wonder in the flame. It's easy to describe the leaves in the Autumn And it's oh so easy in the Spring But down through January and February it's a very different thing. On and on and on, through the winter of our discontent. When the wind blows up the collar and the ears are frostbitten too I said I could describe the leaves for Samuel and what it means to you and me You may call my love Sophia, but I call my love Philosophy. Didn't I come to bring you a sense of wonder Didn't I come to lift your fiery vision Didn't I come to bring you a sense of wonder in the flame. Wee Alfie at the Castle Picture House on the Castlereagh Road. Whistling on the corner next door where he kept Johnny Mack Brown's horse. O Solo Mio by McGimsey and the man who played the saw outside the city hall. Pastie suppers down at Davey's chipper Gravy rings, barmbracks Wagon wheels, snowballs HARD NOSE THE HIGHWAY Hey kids dig the first takes Ain't that some interpretation When Sinatra sings against Nelson Riddle's Strings Then takes a vacation Seen some hard times Drawn some bad lines No time for shoeshines Hard nose the highway I was tore down at the dead's place Shaved head at the organ But that wasn't half as bad as it was, oh no Belfast and Boston Seen some hard times Drawn some bad lines No time for shoeshines Hard nose the highway Put your money where your mouth is Then we can get something going In order to win you must be prepared to lose sometime And leave one or two cards showing Seen some hard times Drawn some bad lines No time for shoeshines Hard nose the highway Seen some hard times Drawn some bad lines No time for shoeshines Hard nose the highway Further on up the road Further on up the road It may not be today It may be, it may be tomorrow So if you live for the day You gotta keep in mind It may be tomorrow Yeah, further on up the road Further on up, further on up Further on up, further on up Further on up, further on Up the road This may have the hard nose Hard nose the highway Hard nose the highway Hard nose the highway Hard nose the highway Hard nose the highway Further on, further on, further on up the road I know you paid your dues in Canada I know you paid your dues in Canada But you just might, you just might have to hard nose I hope not, I hope not But you just might have to I hope not, I hope not But you just might have to hard nose Hard nose the highway Hard nose the highway, yeah MADAME GEORGE Down on Cyprus Avenue With a childlike vision leaping into view Clicking, clacking of the high heeled shoe Ford & Fitzroy, Madame George Marching with the soldier boy behind He's much older with hat on drinking wine And that smell of sweet perfume comes drifting through The cool night air like Shalimar And outside they're making all the stops The kids out in the street collecting bottle-tops Gone for cigarettes and matches in the shops Happy taken Madame George That's when you fall Whoa, that's when you fall Yeah, that's when you fall When you fall into a trance A sitting on a sofa playing games of chance With your folded arms and history books you glance Into the eyes of Madame George And you think you found the bag You're getting weaker and your knees begin to sag In the corner playing dominoes in drag The one and only Madame George And then from outside the frosty window raps She jumps up and says Lord have mercy I think it's the cops And immediately drops everything she gots Down into the street below And you know you gotta go On that train from Dublin up to Sandy Row Throwing pennies at the bridges down below And the rain, hail, sleet, and snow Say goodbye to Madame George Dry your eye for Madame George Wonder why for Madame George And as you leave, the room is filled with music, laughing, music, dancing, music all around the room And all the little boys come around, walking away from it all So cold And as you're about to leave She jumps up and says Hey love, you forgot your gloves And the gloves to love to love the gloves... To say goodbye to Madame George Dry your eye for Madame George Wonder why for Madame George Dry your eyes for Madame George Say goodbye in the wind and the rain on the back street In the backstreet, in the back street Say goodbye to Madame George In the backstreet, in the back street, in the back street Down home, down home in the back street Gotta go Say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye Dry your eye your eye your eye your eye your eye... Say goodbye to Madame George And the loves to love to love the love Say goodbye Oooooo Mmmmmmm Say goodbye goodbye goodbye goodbye to Madame George Dry your eye for Madame George Wonder why for Madame George The love's to love the love's to love the love's to love... Say goodbye, goodbye Get on the train Get on the train, the train, the train... This is the train, this is the train... Whoa, say goodbye, goodbye.... Get on the train, get on the train... QUEEN OF THE SLIPSTREAM You're the Queen of the slipstream With eyes that shine You have crossed many waters to be here You have drank of the fountain of innocence And experienced the long cold wintry years. There's a dream where the contents are visible Where the poetic champions compose Will you breathe not a word of this secrecy, and Will you still be my special rose? Goin' away far across the sea But I'll be back for you Tell you everything I know Baby everything is true Will the blush still remain On your cheeks my love In the light always seen In your head? Gold and sliver they placed At your feet my dear But I know you chose me. Instead Goin' away... etc. You're the Queen of the slipstream I love you so You have crossed many waters to be here And you drink at the fountains of innocence And experienced, you know very well GLORIA Like to tell ya about my baby You know she comes around She about five feet four A-from her head to the ground You know she comes around here At just about midnight She make ya feel so good, Lord She make ya feel all right And her name is G-L-O-R-I G-L-O-R-I-A (GLORIA) G-L-O-R-I-A (GLORIA) I'm gonna shout it all night (GLORIA) I'm gonna shout it everyday (GLORIA) Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah She comes around here Just about midnight Ha, she make me feel so good, Lord I wanna say she make me feel alright Comes a-walkin' down my street When she comes to my house She knocks upon my door And then she comes in my room Yeah, an' she make me feel alright G-L-O-R-I-A (GLORIA) G-L-O-R-I-A (GLORIA) I'm gonna shout it all night (GLORIA) I'm gonna shout it everyday (GLORIA) Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Looks so good (GLORIA) alright Just so good (GLORIA) alright, yeah INTO THE MYSTIC We were born before the wind Also younger than the sun Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic Hark, now hear the sailors cry Smell the sea and feel the sky Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home And when the fog horn blows I want to hear it I don't have to fear it And I want to rock your gypsy soul Just like way back in the days of old And magnificently we will flow into the mystic When that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home And when that fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it I don't have to fear it And I want to rock your gypsy soul Just like way back in the days of old And together we will flow into the mystic Come on girl... Too late to stop now... IF YOU AND I COULD BE AS TWO Was on a Sunday And the autumn leaves were on the ground I kicked my heart When I saw you standing there in your dress of blue The storm was over, my ship sailed through Sings: What is this feeling, a-what can I do? If you an' I, could be relieved To walk and talk and be deceived I'd give my all and all And more I would do, oh yeah If darlin', only you and I could be as two If we could dream and by our dreams Sew this wicked world up at the seams I'd give my life and more I would do If darlin', only you and I could be as two And baby, do you remember All the good times we had together? A-walkin' through the park A-baby then, then we could sing Give ya' all my money Ev'rything in the world that I had You told me, "That don't mean a thing" If still in darkness we could run Together, there in that mornin' sun I'd give my all, my life and ev'rything to you Whoa-yeah If darlin', only you and I could be as two Could be as two Could be as two Could be as two Baby INARTICULATE SPEECH OF THE HEART No. 2 Inarticulate speech, inarticulate speech of the heart Inarticulate speech, inarticulate speech of the heart I'm a soul in wonder (ahahah) I'm a soul in wonder (ahahah) I'm a soul in wonder (ahahah) I'm a soul in wonder (ahahah) Inarticulate speech, inarticulate speech of the heart Inarticulate speech, inarticulate speech of the heart I'm just wild about it I can't live without it I'm just wild about it I can't live without it Inarticulate speech, inarticulate speech of the heart Inarticulate speech, inarticulate speech of the heart I'm a soul in wonder (ahahah) I'm a soul in wonder (ahahah) I'm a soul in wonder (ahahah) I'm a soul in wonder (ahahah) I'm a soul in wonder I'm a soul in wonder I'm a soul in wonder A soul in wonder A soul in wonder TORE DOWN A LA RIMBAUD Showed me pictures in the gallery Showed me novels on the shelf Put my hands across the table Gave me knowledge of myself. Showed me visions, showed me nightmares Gave me dreams that never end Showed me light out of the tunnel When there was darkness all around instead. Tore down a la Rimbaud And I wish my message would come Tore down a la Rimbaud, you know it's hard some time you know it's hard some time. Showed me ways and means and motions Showed me what it's like to be Gave me days of deep devotions Showed me things I cannot see. Tore down a la Rimbaud And I wish my purpose would come Tore down a la Rimbaud, you know it's hard some time. You know it's hard some time. Showed me different shapes and colours Showed me many different roads Gave me very clear instructions When I was in the dark night of the soul. Tore down a la Rimbaud And I wish my writing would come Tore down a la Rimbaud, you know it's hard some time. you know it's hard some time. CYPRUS AVENUE And I'm caught one more time Up on Cyprus Avenue And I'm caught one more time Up on Cyprus Avenue And I'm conquered in a car seat Not a thing that I can do I may go crazy Before that mansion on the hill I may go crazy Before that mansion on the hill But my heart keeps beating faster And my feet can't keep still And all the little girls rhyme something On the way back home from school And all the little girls rhyme something On the way back home from school And the leaves fall one by one by one by one Call the autumn time a fool Yeah baby my tongue gets tied Every every every time I try to speak My tongue gets tied Every time I try to speak And my inside shakes just like a leaf on a tree I think I'll go on by the river with my cherry cherry wine I believe I'll go walking by the railroad with my cherry cherry wine If I pass the rumbling station where the lonesome engine drivers pine And wait a minute, yonder comes my lady Rainbow ribbons in her hair Yonder comes my lady Rainbow ribbons in her hair Six white horses and a carriage She's returning from the fair Baby, baby, baby And if I'm caught one more time Up on Cyprus Avenue And if I'm caught one more time Up on Cyprus Avenue And I'm conquered in a car seat And I'm looking straight at you Way up on, way up on, way up on.... The avenue of trees Keep walking down In the wind and the rain, darling You keep walking down when the sun shone through the trees Nobody, no, no, no, nobody stops me from loving you baby So young and bold, fourteen years old Baby, baby, baby... Ooooh-ee FOREIGN WINDOW I saw you from a foreign window Bearing down the sufferin' road You were carryin' your burden To the palace of the Lord To the palace of the Lord I spied you from a foreign window When the lilacs were in bloom And the sun shone through your window pane To the place you kept your books You were reading on your sofa You were singin' every prayer That the masters had instilled in you Since Lord Byron loved despair In the palace of the Lord In the palace of the Lord And if you get it right this time You don't have to come back again And if you get it right this time There's no need to explain I saw you from a foreign Bearing down the sufferin' road You were carryin' your burden You were singing about Rimbaud I was going down to Geneva When the Kingdom had been found I was giving you protection From the loneliness of the crowd In the palace of the Lord In the palace of the Lord They were giving you religion Breaking bread and drinking wine And you laid out on the green hills Just like when you were a child I saw you from a foreign window You were trying to find your way back home You were carrying your defects Sleeping on a pallet on the floor In the palace of the Lord In the palace of the Lord In the palace of the Lord Etc etc... TIR NA NOG We were standing in the kingdom And by the mansion gate We stood enraptured by the silence As the birds sang their heavenly song In Tir Na Nog We stopped in the church of Ireland And prayed to our father And climbed up the mountainside With fire in our hearts And we walked all the way to Tir Na Nog I said with my eyes that I recognized your chin It was my long lost friend To help me from another lifetime We took each others hands and cried Like a river when we said hello And we walked to Tir Na Nog We made a big connection On a golden autumn day We were standing in the garden wet with rain And our souls were young again In Tir Na Nog And outside the storm was raging Outside Jerusalem We drove in our chariots of fire Following the big sun in the west Going up, going up, to Tir Na Nog You came into my life And you filled me and you filled me Oh so joyous By the clear cool crystal streams Where the roads were quiet and still And we walked all the way To Tir Na Nog How can we not be attached After all we're only human The only way then is to never come back Except I wouldn't want that would you If we weren't together again In Tir Na Nog We've been together before In a different incarnation And we loved each other then as well And we sat down in contemplation Many many many times you kissed mine eyes In Tir Na Nog ONE IRISH ROVER Tell me the story now Now that it's over Wrap it in glory For one Irish Rover Tell me you're wiser now Tell me you're older Wrap it in glory For one Irish Rover I can tell by the light in your eye That you're so far away Like a ship out on the sea Without a sail, you've gone astray Tell me the facts real straight Don't make me over Wrap it in glory For one Irish Rover Tell me you see the light Tell me you know me Make it come out alright And wrap it in glory For one Irish Rover For one Irish Rover One Irish Rover One Irish Rover BALLERINA Spread your wings Come on fly awhile Straight to my arms Little angel child You know you only Lonely twenty-two story block And if somebody, not just anybody Wanted to get close to you For instance, me, baby All you gotta do Is ring a bell Step right up, step right up And step right up Ballerina Crowd will catch you Fly it, sigh it, try it Well, I may be wrong But something deep in my heart tells me I'm right and I don't think so You know I saw the writing on the wall When you came up to me Child, you were heading for a fall But if it gets to you And you feel like you just can't go on All you gotta do Is ring a bell Step right up, and step right up And step right up Just like a ballerina Stepping lightly Alright, well it's getting late Yes it is, yes it is And this time I forget to slip into your slumber The light is on the left side of your head And I'm standing in your doorway And I'm mumbling and I can't remember the last thing that ran through my head Here come the man and he say, he say the show must go on So all you gotta do Is ring the bell And step right up, and step right up And step right up Just like a ballerina, yeah, yeah Crowd will catch you Fly it, sight it, c'mon, die it, yeah Just like a ballerina Just like a just like a just like a ballerina Get on up, get on up, keep a-moving on, little bit higher, baby You know, you know, you know, get up baby Alright, a-keep on, a-keep on, a-keep on, a-keep on pushing Stepping lightly Just like a ballerina Ooo-we baby, take off your shoes Working on Just like a ballerina AND IT STONED ME Half a mile from the county fair And the rain keep pourin' down Me and Billy standin' there With a silver half a crown Hands are full of a fishin' rod And the tackle on our backs We just stood there gettin' wet With our backs against the fence Oh, the water Oh, the water Oh, the water Hope it don't rain all day And it stoned me to my soul Stoned me just like Jelly Roll And it stoned me And it stoned me to my soul Stoned me just like goin' home And it stoned me Then the rain let up and the sun came up And we were gettin' dry Almost let a pick-up truck nearly pass us by So we jumped right in and the driver grinned And he dropped us up the road We looked at the swim and we jumped right in Not to mention fishing poles Oh, the water Oh, the water Oh, the water Let it run all over me And it stoned me to my soul Stoned me just like Jelly Roll And it stoned me And it stoned me to my soul Stoned me just like goin' home And it stoned me On the way back home we sang a song But our throats were getting dry Then we saw the man from across the road With the sunshine in his eyes Well he lived all alone in his own little home With a great big gallon jar There were bottles too, one for me and you And he said Hey! There you are Oh, the water Oh, the water Oh, the water Get it myself from the mountain stream And it stoned me to my soul Stoned me just like Jelly Roll And it stoned me And it stoned me to my soul Stoned me just like goin' home And it stoned me STREETS OF ARKLOW And as we walked Through the streets of Arklow Oh the color Of the day wore on And our heads Were filled with poetry And the morning A-comin' on to dawn And as we walked Through the streets of Arklow And gay perfusion In god's green land And the gypsy's rode With their hearts on fire They say "We love to wander," "Lord we love," "Lord we love to roam..." And as we walked Through the streets of Arklow In a drenching beauty Rolling back 'til the day And I saw your eyes They was shining, sparkling crystal clear And our souls were clean And the grass did grow And our souls were clean And the grass did grow And our souls were clean And the grass did grow And as we walked Through the streets of Arklow T.B. SHEETS Now listen, Julie baby, it ain't natural for you to cry in the midnight. It ain't natural for you to cry way into midnight through, Until the wee small hours long 'fore the break of dawn, Oh Lord, huh uh ha. Ha. Now Julie, an' there ain't nothin' on my mind More further 'way than what you're lookin' for. I see the way you jumped at me, Lord, from behind the door And looked into my eyes. Your a little star struck innuendos Inadequacies an' foreign bodies, And the sunlight shining through the crack in the window pane Numbs my brain, And the sunlight shining through the crack in the window pane Numbs my brain, oh Lord. Ha, so open up the window and let me breathe. I said open up the window, shh shh shh shh shh and let me breathe. I'm looking down to the street below, Lord, I cried for you, Ha ha, I cried, I cried for you, ha ha. Oh, Lord. The cool room, Lord is a fool's room. The cool room, Lord is a fool's room. And I can almost smell your T.B. sheets And I can almost smell your T.B. sheets On your sick bed. I gotta go, I gotta go And you said, "Please stay, I wanna, I wanna, I want a drink of water, I want a drink of water, Go in the kitchen get me a drink of water." I said, "I gotta go, I gotta go, baby." I said, "I'll send, I'll send somebody around here later. You know we got John comin' around here later With a bottle of wine for you, baby - but I gotta go." The cool room, Lord is a fool's room, The cool room, Lord, Lord is a fool's room, a fool's room. And I can almost smell your T.B. sheets, I can almost smell your T.B. sheets, T.B. I gotta go, I gotta go. I'll send around, send around one that grumbles later on, babe. We'll see what I can pick up for you, you know. Yeah, I got a few things gotta do. Don't worry about it, don't worry about it, don't worry. Huh uh, go, go, go, I've gotta go, gotta go, gotta go, gotta go, Gotta go, gotta go, huh uh, all right, all right, huh huh huh. I turned on the radio, If you wanna hear a few tunes, I'll turn on the radio for you. There you go, there you go, there you go, baby, there you go, huh. You'll be all right, too, huh huh, ha ha, yeah. I know it ain't funny, it ain't runny at all, baby, Always laying in the cool room, man, laying in the cool room, In the cool room, in the cool room. IVORY TOWER When you come down From your Ivory Tower You will see how it really must be To be like me to see like me To feel like me Take a look at me I'm a poor man's son I never did no harm to no one You've got money in the bank And I don't have none When you come down From your Ivory Tower You will see how it really must be To be like me to see like me To feel like me You can see through Your rose coloured glasses In a world that seems like glamour to you You've got opinions and judgements about All kind of things That you don't know anything about Don't you know the price that I have to pay Just to do everything I have to do Do you think that there's nothing to it You should try it sometime When you come down From your Ivory Tower You will see how it really must be To be like me to see like me To feel like me HEY GIRL Let's go walking where the boats go by And watch them sail across the bay Let me hold your hand in the morning fog Little child I want to walk your dog Hey, hey girl Hey, hey girl You're so young I don't know what to do And let's go walking up that mountain slope And look down on the city down below I will make a fool of you Hey, hey girl Hey, hey girl You're so young You make me lose my mind Hey, a-ha, there goes your baby sister Lookin' SAINT DOMINIC'S PREVIEW Chamois cleaning all the windows, Singing songs about Edith Piaf's soul. And I hear blue strings of "no regredior" Across the street from Cathedral Notre Dame. Meanwhile back in San Francisco I try hard to make this whole thing blend, As we sit upon this jagged story block With you my friend. And it's a long way to Buffalo. It's a long way to Belfast city too. And I'm hoping that Joyce won't blow the hoist 'Cause this time, they bit off more than they can chew. As we gaze out on, as we gaze out on As we gaze out on, as we gaze out on Saint Dominic's Preview Saint Dominic's Preview Saint Dominic's Preview All the orange boxes are scattered Against the Safeway Supermarket in the rain. And everybody feels so determined Not to feel anyone else's pain. No one's making no commitments To anybody but themselves, Talkin' behind closed doorways, Tryin' to get outside, get outside empty shells. And for every cross-cuttin' country corner, For every Hank Williams railroad train that cries, And all the chains, badges, flags and emblems And every strain on brain and every eye (?) As we gaze out on, as we gaze out on As we gaze out on, as we gaze out on Saint Dominic's Preview Saint Dominic's Preview Saint Dominic's Preview. And the restaurant tables are completely covered. The record company has paid out for the wine. You got everything in the world you ever wanted Right about now your face should wear a smile. That's the way it all should happen When you're in, when you're in the state you're in; Have you got your pen and notebook ready? I think it's about time, time for us to begin. And we're over in a 52nd Street apartment, Socializing with the winos too, Just to be hip and get wet with the jet set. But they're flying too high to see my point of view. As we gaze out on, as we gaze out on As we gaze out on, as we gaze out on Saint Dominic's Preview Saint Dominic's Preview Saint Dominic's Preview. See them freedom marching, Out on the street, freedom marching. Saint Dominic's Preview. AND THE HEALING HAS BEGUN And we'll walk down the avenue again And we'll sing all the songs from way back when And we'll walk down the avenue again and the healing has begun And we'll walk down the avenue in style And we'll walk down the avenue and we'll smile And we'll say baby ain't it all worthwhile when the healing has begun I want you to put on your pretty summer dress You can wear your Easter bonnet and all the rest And I wanna make love to you yes, yes, yes when the healing has begun When you hear the music ringin' in your soul And you feel it in your heart and it grows and grows And it comes from the backstreet rock & roll and the healing has begun I want you to put on your pretty summer dress You can wear your Easter bonnet and all the rest And I wanna make love to you yes, yes, yes and the healing has begun We're gonna make music underneath the stars We're gonna play to the violin and the two guitars We're gonna sit there and play for hours and hours when the healing has begun Spoken: Wait a minute, listen, listen, I didn't know you stayed up so late. I just got home from a gig and I saw you standing on the street. Just let me move on up to this window-sill a lot yeah, I got some sherry. You want a drop of port. Let's move behind this door here. Let's move on up behind this letter-box behind this door. Let's go in your front room, let's play this Muddy Waters record you got there, if you just open up a little bit and let me ease on in this backstreet jellyroll.... We're gonna stay out all night long And then we're gonna go out and roam across the field Baby you know how I feel when the healing has begun When the healing, when the healing We're gonna stay out all night long We're gonna dance to the rock & roll When the healing when the healing has begun Baby just let me ease on a little bit, dig this backstreet jellyroll FULL FORCE GALE Like a full force gale I was lifted up again I was lifted up again by the Lord And no matter where I roam I will find my way back home I will always return to the Lord In the gentle evening breeze By the whispering shady trees I will find my sanctuary in the Lord I was headed for a fall The I looked up and saw the writing on the wall Like a full force gale I was lifted up again I was lifted up again by the Lord I was headed for a fall The I looked up and saw the writing on the wall In the gentle evening breeze By the whispering shady trees I will find my sanctuary in the Lord And no matter where I roam I will find my way back home I will always return to the Lord Like a full force gale I was lifted up again I was lifted up again by the Lord