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like an Irish stream
And your voice is filled with sweet beauty
And the last words I heard him say were
I shall return, for you, my love, on Christmas
Love return to me
Love return
Love return
Love return to me.

In pastures green
I shall be seen
With my true love right by my side
With my true love
With my eyes closed and in the dark
This ol' dirt road ain't on no map
I knew the way by heart
And the house still looks the same
Though the name
is soft,
Like an Irish stream,
And your voice,
Is filled with sweet beauty

And the last words I heard him say

Were I shall return,
For you,
ride in a coach with your true love by your side
As fine as any lady in the country O

And when I return pretty Peggy-O
When I return pretty Peggy-O
in a coach with your true love by your side
As fine as any lady in the country O

And when I return pretty Peggy-O
When I return pretty Peggy-O
take me higher
I shall return from out the hole

Tears for remembrance
And tears for joy
Tears for somebody
For this lonely boy

Out in
With my eyes closed and in the dark
This ol' dirt road ain't on no map
I know the way by heart

[Chorus]
And the house still looks the same
Though
again this year
But I'll return a stronger man
I'll return to me my homeland
No grave shall hold my body down
This land is still my home
I said:
But
With my eyes closed and in the dark
This ol' dirt road ain't on no map
I knew the way by heart
And the house still looks the same
Though the name
structure now I shall reign in blood
the dark, as a king I shall return
Horns sing in the woods
Hordes gather
Ancient gods of war
Ride on the sky
Old kingdom will fall
Like a moon dust
structure now I shall reign in blood
structure now I shall reign in blood
shall be poetry of 'Golden Dwans'
And as the people thrill, I stand and comprehend upon the threshold.

Revolution
Points of no return
Evolution
We
My life turns into sand
Immortality is my dream
Man shall follow my command
Sorcery shall conquer my fear

Astral magic and runic wand
I feel
My life turns into sand
Immortality is my dream
Man shall follow my command
Sorcery shall conquer my fear

Astral magic and runic wand
I feel
In seasons of distress and grief
My soul has often found relief
And oft escaped the tempter's snare
By Thy return sweet hour of prayer
Sweet hour
high over me
And said I shall return tomorrow

And I said fly on my sweet angel
Fly on through the sky
Fly on my sweet, sweet angel
Tomorrow I
In seasons of distress and grief
My soul has often found relief

And oft escaped the tempter's snare
By Thy return sweet hour of prayer
Sweet hour
In seasons of distress and grief
My soul has often found relief
And oft escaped the tempter's snare
By Thy return sweet hour of prayer

Sweet hour
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on 1 Timothy 4:1, 2 Thessalonians 2:11, 2 Timothy 4:3-4

Somewhere in the darkest night a stranger has lost
And wishes known

In seasons of 
Distress and grief 
My soul has often 
Found relief

And oft escaped 
The tempter's snare 
By Thy return 
Sweet hour
Like a blade of a sword I am forged in flame 
Fiery hot 
Tempered steel fire-bright to the night I take 
I fear not 
Now compelled by something I
As a mad immortal man 
Nevermore shall I return 
Escape these caves of ice 
For I have dined on honey dew 
And drunk the milk of Paradise