I can almost see the other side, my little lovely
On silent silver wings I dip and glide, my little lovely
America the eagle she has nurtured fear into my heart
Her cruel, vice, temptation tears the very seeds of life apart
I can almost feel your loving eyes, my little lovely
Warming up these cold, these winter skies, my little lovely
I know there have been times when all my words are thrown back in my face
All these lover's crimes that leave me standing naked in disgrace
I can almost hear the tumbling burn, my little lovely
As down the Buckney den she tips and turns, my little lovely
The sound of children's laughter, voices ever asking why and how
O those hills of home are getting so much clearer to me now
And I can almost see the other side
And I can almost see the other side.
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- Valerian and the City of a Thousand Planets (Original...
- A Thousand Hearts
- Hill Of Thieves
- Sweet Liberty
- Cara Dillon
- Miscellaneous
- After The Morning
- Non-Album Releases
- Uncut: Brand New Noise
- BBC Radio 2 Folk Awards 2015
- Transatlantic Sessions - Series 6, Vol. Three
- Live at the Grand Opera House
- Other Voices: Songs From a Room 2
- A Collection of Contemporary Irish Music & Film
- Tønder Festival 2003
- TFF Rudolstadt 2002
- Celtic Stars Mytic Waves
- Cool as Folk
- Putumayo Presents: Celtic Crossroads
- fRoots 18