Lyrics:
All the cattle are standin' like statues,
All the cattle are standin' like statues,
They don't turn their heads as they see me ride by,
But a little
Where we planted a sapling
I can climb in the tree
I find I stand taller
With my feet on the land
That my grandfather worked with his hands
All the cattle are standin' like statues,
All the cattle are standin' like statues,
They don't turn their heads as they see me ride by,
But a little
the world as it's crashing me by
Can you see the reasons the ones that are true
Tell me there's me and there's me and there's you
Won't you be my
All the cattle are standin' like statues,
All the cattle are standin' like statues,
They don't turn their heads as they see me ride by,
But a little
to Donny cove?
Through Killybegs, Kilkerry and Kildare?
How are things in Glocca Mora?
Is that willow tree still weeping there?
Does that lassie with
Sitting back against a tree of tears
This loneliness is what I fear.
I'm looking silently at the night sky.
I am still searching the reason why...
All the cattle are standin' like statues,
All the cattle are standin' like statues,
They don't turn their heads as they see me ride by,
But a little
to Donny cove?
Through Killybegs, Kilkerry and Kildare?
How are things in Glocca Mora?
Is that willow tree still weeping there?
Does that lassie with
every day
Get to bed by three
Oh, take good care of yourself
You belong to me
Be careful crossing streets, ooh, ooh
Cut out sweets, ooh, ooh
Lay
to Donny cove?
Through Killybegs, Kilkerry and Kildare?
How are things in Glocca Mora?
Is that willow tree still weeping there?
Does that lassie with
Hi-definition, she laughed
Pass the message
Now I'm guessin' that the jokes on me 'cause I'm the only one threatened
The wretched by the windows sketchin'
every day
Get to bed by three
Oh, take good care of yourself
You belong to me
Be careful crossing streets, ooh, ooh
Cut out sweets, ooh, ooh
Lay
sir, I believe
I believe in the lime tree
Well how did you find me?
I believe in the power that will save
I believe that this monster can finally be
All the cattle are standin' like statues,
All the cattle are standin' like statues,
They don't turn their heads as they see me ride by,
But a little
'Twas so good to be young then, to be close to the earth,
And to stand by your wife at the moment of birth.
A time to be reapin', a time to be sowin'.
the cattle are standin' like statues
All the cattle are standin' like statues
They don't turn their heads as they see me ride by
But a little brown maverick
the fireflies dance
Silver moon's sparkling
So kiss me
Kiss me by down the broken tree house
Swing me, upon its hanging tire
Bring, bring, bring your
to Donny cove?
Through Killybegs, Kilkerry and Kildare?
How are things in Glocca Mora?
Is that willow tree still weeping there?
Does that lassie with
'Twas so good to be young then, to be close to the earth,
And to stand by your wife at the moment of birth.
A time to be reapin', a time to be sowin'.
need to find me a place in the sun.
Well, life shot right by me. It's hard to explain.
The days started passing, now they all look the same.
Well,
Nobody knows
That I am secret spy
I follow you home
Careful to walk behind you
I climb up your tree
And hide in the leaves
To keep you from
All the cattle are standin' like statues,
All the cattle are standin' like statues,
They don't turn their heads as they see me ride by,
But a little
All the cattle are standin' like statues,
All the cattle are standin' like statues,
They don't turn their heads as they see me ride by,
But a little
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