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==Lyrics== | ==Lyrics== | ||
<poem> | <poem> | ||
Underneath that pretty shroud | |||
Let these steel strings | You're too distressed to speak | ||
take you home to me | Way down by the sad events | ||
That some call Holy Week | |||
Put your ear to the breeze, my friend | |||
Take heed of the ebb and flow | |||
We'll sing your spirit back to life | |||
With the songs of Ivanhoe | |||
It's good to see my old friends | |||
Man, it's been so long | |||
Now that we're together | |||
We're gonna sing you a song | |||
Let these steel strings take you home to me | |||
And let yourself be soothed by | |||
The sound of drums | |||
Climb down the stairs and out the door | |||
'Til your feet are on the earth | |||
You'll find us in the meadowland | |||
For better or for worse | |||
We brought the pipes and the mandolin | |||
We beat the old bodhrán | |||
So close your eyes and drift with us | |||
On the Mists of Avalon | |||
It's good to see my old friends | |||
Man, it's been so long | |||
Now that we're together | |||
We're gonna sing you a song | |||
Let these steel strings take you home to me | |||
And let yourself be soothed by | |||
The sound of drums | |||
</poem> | </poem> | ||