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Fiona's Song
Black 47
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When first I came to New York town
My eyes were all aglow
To see the lights on Broadway
The scrapers rimmed with snow
I fell in with some Belfast boys
And whiled my nights away
Getting drunk and stoned on the boulevard
In a bar called Maggie Mae's
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Oh, the liquor flowed down freely
The grass relaxed my head
By five o'clock in the morning
I'd be drifting off to bed
With an arm around my slender waist
Two lips attached to mine
I'd stare up at the ceiling
While some stranger enjoyed his time
But I'm thinking, ever thinking
By dark and by day
Thinking, ever thinking
'Bout the night I went away
When he held me to his firm young breast
And whispered, "Please don't go"
Oh, I wish I was back in his own true arms
Where the rain and rivers flow
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Why did I ever let you go?
What more can I say?
My mother didn't care for you
The old one had her way
She wanted me to marry
A girl from the university
But when I lay in your arms at night
I wasn't thinking 'bout your degrees
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I couldn't understand
The lack of your concern
For all my tears when you told me
You were bound for New York town
At your wake I stood in the kitchen
My eyes a-bruised and red
And I clung to you like a baby
That last night in your bed
But I'm thinking, ever thinking
By dark and by day
Thinking, ever thinking
'Bout the night I went away
When he held me to his firm young breast
And whispered, "Please don't go"
Oh, I wish I was back in his own true arms
Where the rain and rivers flow
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His tears dried up quite quickly
From what it would appear
He was engaged to a girl from UCD
In less than one full year
While I sit on the boulevard
In a bar called Maggie Mae's
And wait for some stranger to smile at me
And get me to the next day
But I'm thinking, ever thinking
By dark and by day
Thinking, ever thinking
'Bout the night I went away
When he held me to his firm young breast
And whispered, "Please don't go"
Oh, I wish I was back in his own true arms
Where the rain and rivers
I wish I was back in his own true arms
Where the rain and rivers
I wish I was back in his own true arms
Where the rain and rivers flow
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