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Think IÂll go for a ride
Take the bike out of the shed
Make a fresh start
Get out of my head
When the head spins
There is no joy
Put me on the saddle
And IÂm a little boy
A little boy on a mission
Like the Tour de France
WeÂre like Fred and Ginger
When theyÂre doing their dance
To the sound of rubber
Out on the old bog road
Through the gorse and the heather
IÂm as free as a bird
It helps me remember
How good it used to be
Feeling like a king
The bike, the road, and me
Think IÂll go for a ride
Every ride has victories
Challenges and trials
You hope the skies donÂt open
When home is many miles
You think youÂre just cruising
Life is flowing along
Then you know youÂre vulnerable
At the mercy of the wind
With every hill you climb
You begin and begin and begin
Begin to be a spokesman
With the freedom of the road
You see the Wicklow Mountains
And you know you have to go
I think IÂll go for a ride
Summer evenings on the road
The cool breeze in my hair
Poetry in motion
On two wheels around Kildare
There are cycling heroes
Each one is my pal
They inspire me when IÂm pedaling
By the river or canal
Some days IÂm like Sean Kelly
Some days IÂm David Byrne
Pedaling through Dublin
Or Portland Oregon
Mic Christopher in dreadlocks
Donal Lunny and Olwen Fouere
Cycling through the city
Waving to them all there
- Album:
- Head And Heart
- HEAD & HEART
- This New Morning
- Eleven Songs
- Miscellaneous
- The Bottom Line Archive: In Their Own Words, Vol. 1 (Live)
- The Bottom Line Archive Series: In Their Own Words, Vol. 1
- Sunny Sailor Boy
- Bridge of Sorrow
- Rescue Mission
- This New Morning (Bonus Track Version)
- The Man Is Alive
- 2009 Bar/None Records Sampler
- Keeper of the Flame
- Dreams In America
- Salty Heaven
- A Celtic Season: A Windham Hill Collection
- Turf
- Select Sounds 1996
- The Acoustic Motorbike