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Turn of Spring
03:30
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Break out with the dawn, take the high road
Burning off the fog, rattle them bones
Bag strapped to my back, carries the load
Boots laced to my feet, take me from home
Raven is calling in the sky
Rivers running wild be my side
Heather lines the slopes, towering high
Spirit of the valley's on the rise
Voices of the wind, whisper of spring
Ahead by the path the buds are born again
Trees welcome the song bird as he sings
Turning days, slacken grip of winter's rein
Peak captured as embers from the sun
Light heads out that west road till the dawn
Turning of spring has begun
Long road and my boots carry me home
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Australia
04:06
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Work dry in these empty towns, whispered tales of heading south
Hopes of thousands of brothers, all lost and Australia bound
Headed for sunny shores, headed for that golden coast
Away to find them a livin', all lost and Australia bound
And it's Eire's setting sun, that rises on Australian plains
Cast in scorched red earth, chained by sweat and dust
Men of fiery mines, awaken on the great unknown
For hopes of thousands of brothers were lost, now Australia bound
Australia rises
Young hearts of Ireland
On the horizon
Australia's rising
Brothers are headed, away from Irish Shores
Night sets in upon the arid plains
Oceans veiled by clearest skies cast far beyond
where hopes of thousands of brothers were lost, now Australia bound
Australia rises
Young hearts of Ireland
On the horizon
Australia's Rising
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Peat the Dog
03:43
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Going up to see the Hardy's
Gone to find a friend
He's been waiting for a home
Somewhere to go
All his brothers are excited, but he sits quietly
Scarred of strangers, he don't know, it's time to go
and he ain't coming back, never coming back
Peat and I, now we'd go walking, I take him across the fields
Lord it feels so long, but eight short years have been and gone
and he's still by my side, he's still by my side
Peat is unlike any other
Peat the dog's my friend
Peat the dog is by the table, trying for a scrap of bread
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Blackdog
03:24
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The Blackdog tears at my heart
Watching me as we, fall apart
Feel alone as she told me to leave
I'm not alone, 'cause he waits for me
Nothing good lasts for long
The Blackdog, it lives on
And I've fallen from nothing to less
The Blackdog never rests
Joy exists but, I don't feel it
Hope is gone when, I need it
And it ain't hard to feel alone
When, it's all I've ever known
But nothing good lasts for long
The Blackdog, it lives on
And I've fallen from nothing to less
The Blackdog never rests
No nothing good lasts for long
The Blackdog, it lives on
And I've fallen from nothing to less
The Blackdog never rests
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