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Marc Roberts
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The Promise
Listen to the sound of the ocean As it carries your dreams to the shore Gone like the snows of last Winter Lost like the promise of yore
Where the land of desire made plenty Where your future was there to behold And the dark distant days of our childhood A story that's no longer told
We were guided by God as our anchor But the Devil he led us astray Every last dollar we bled for The loneliness stole it away Determined we struggled together Blinded by the lights of Time Square But the sod and the smell of the heather Lingered in hearts of disappear
Together we're lost in a land Where we feel so alone And the deafening cry of regret Is calling me home If ever the promise I made Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I can finally fulfil I will rest in the land Of my Father in Glencolmcille
The youngest arrived here last Thursday With excitement he could hardly contain Dead on his feet from the journey Dying to be part of the game Laden with tales of the Glenties I couldn't but help shed a tear For if God saved a prayer for old Ireland Would anyone choose to be here?
Together we're lost in a land Where we feel so alone And the deafening cry of regret Is calling me home If ever the promise I made I can finally fulfil I will rest in the land Of my Father in Glencolmcille.
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