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In the night time locks are loosened, bows untied
I shake off my shoes in a travelling way
A day of service done, a closing to the day
I find a blushing message in my mail
And read it as the light begins to fail
A flicker on the screen sets your name dancing
It's a pinch of electricity that answered
Tonight I'll regale other men
With tales that I'll be seeing you again
I shake off my shoes in a travelling way
A day of service done, a closing to the day
I find a blushing message in my mail
And read it as the light begins to fail
A flicker on the screen sets your name dancing
It's a pinch of electricity that answered
Tonight I'll regale other men
With tales that I'll be seeing you again
tonight
I went outside and walked away
I walked onto the road
I took a look at the black ground
From it came this old dreaming house
You helped me line the stones
That mark out this straight walking way
And I hooked up a curtain
To sing behind, to work behind
To fall beneath the night behind
And fling back on a sunday
Tonight I'll regale other men
With tales that I'll be seeing you again
tonight
I read it in a book
Americans could fix it
So that they could float a boat Down heavy rivers and control it
Then hoist it up on other land
And everything would be as quiet that first evening
As the steadiest before
But our house is made of quarry stones
And mortar rich as much
Brave block stones brought from Mayo in a truck
And it's not going sailing
It's far too well endeared
To this wet blowing field
And to all our neighbours' dreams
Tonight I'll regale other men
With tales that I'll be seeing you again
Tonight
I went outside and walked away
I walked onto the road
I took a look at the black ground
From it came this old dreaming house
You helped me line the stones
That mark out this straight walking way
And I hooked up a curtain
To sing behind, to work behind
To fall beneath the night behind
And fling back on a sunday
Tonight I'll regale other men
With tales that I'll be seeing you again
tonight
I read it in a book
Americans could fix it
So that they could float a boat Down heavy rivers and control it
Then hoist it up on other land
And everything would be as quiet that first evening
As the steadiest before
But our house is made of quarry stones
And mortar rich as much
Brave block stones brought from Mayo in a truck
And it's not going sailing
It's far too well endeared
To this wet blowing field
And to all our neighbours' dreams
Tonight I'll regale other men
With tales that I'll be seeing you again
Tonight
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