It's five in the mornin', my whole body's yawnin' I wish I was safe in my bed But I've got these feelin's, I'm wrecked and I'm reelin' I can't get that
{Words & Music: Hazel O'Connor} The cock it crowed "It's morning" the donkey said "Ee-aw" The pigs they grunted expectantly for the farmer to open the
Hazel O`Connor - Cormac De Barra In the alone of my night, When the angels have all taken flight, Monsters come out fighting No need to Fight if I can
They'll tear out your heart, throw it knee deep in a cart 'Cause that's what they do with the scum like me and you And you feel as if you died, when you
© Hazel O`Connor Come and join the score (it's a) very holy core (You must) Fight for freedom, Liberty (you must) Fight for old men just like me
Trad. arr. Hazel O`Connor - Cormac De Barra One morning fair as I took the air Down by Blackwater Side And when staring all around me An Irish lad
I am the Blackman and you are the white I am the deviant and you're always right I am the darkness and you are the light I am the Blackman, you're the
© Hazel O`Connor You just stand here, I look through you As though you're not there, cause what you care You will never get to know me now I have
Well, I saw your face in a photograph I cried so much, I nearly laughed You never really had the chance To question why did you live some to cry some
Hazel O`Connor Love can be torture Love can be joy to the soul Love can be mountains high Too high to go (Love) love is a freedom song (Love) love
{Words & Music: Hazel O'Connor} Ah come on Let's go Let's all play mums and dads, come on Where do babies come from, mum? Shut up you naughty boy And
S.Cooke If you ever, change your mind, About leaving, leaving me behind Won't you bring your your sweet loving, Bring it on home to me. You made me
There you are, waiting at the station Searching frantically the place where you belong Gave you a map that showed you your direction A shadow tore it
© Hazel O`Connor Put on your face, put on your clothes Going out dancing, pose, pose Wind our bodies round and round Move to the rhythm of the fare
Here's the doorway We could say goodnight or goodbye There's a chill in the air makes me feel Like you just didn't care I wonder why? Inside warm memories
© Hazel O`Connor Look at me, looking at you, looking back at me What a sad end, when could have been friends But you see only what you want to see
{Words & Music: Hazel O'Connor} Here I sit so silently, I wait by your opening door May flit, may fly, may not understand why, I fear, when I hear you
