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Band of Shysters
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The Girl From the North
Well I courted her far and I courted her near
I courted her long and I courted her dear
On the beaches I courted her, on the fields and the streets
In the hills and I never surrendered
And for the wage of me courtin' me young heart was spear'd
T'wasn't long in this world 'ere my laughter
disappeared in the sunrise, the night had been chill
of the cold and the dark I indeed had me fill
for a love that all poets, they say must endure
for a love that was sentenced to death, but for sure
Although she's gone away you know I can still feel
the warmth of the back of her hand on my lips
And the way she would tilt her head sweetens my dreams
And in featherbound pages my heart keeps
the girl from the north
But to say that your wisdom had failed would be false
In the end it was all as it should by rights be
In the end time still wasn't quite right yet for me
In a world that I hardly did know
So I started to experiment on meself
to find out just where it was that the gods
Came in for a moment and lit up the sky
But to no avail for my love refused to die
For despite my best efforts her witches blood had
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taken my young heart -- and claimed it for her own
And for sure although she's gone away I still feel
the warmth of the back of her hand on dry lips
and her smile when her arms to a newborn she yields
And in featherbound pages still sleeps
the girl from the north
Well, for a while I went down deep into the abyss
And emerged knowing less than I did when I missed
So once more I did wander these streets I know well
So I might lie and die in sight of gods and men
Well I took up me Prince, filled her up with Old Dublin
And I pondered me past and me future but Pub in
which I was would stop me from grieving no more
I heard Johnny and Bob singing of snowflake storms
With just two or three chords would my angst dissipate
Some would call it coincidence, I called it fate
And although she's away I know she'll come around
For the warmth of my arms, running right back to town
In the end she will crown me her king
In the end I will certainly sing
with the girl from the north
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