South of the border of Ulster, east of the waters of Moe, on a small farm in a hollow, the harvest was to fail again.
The rain fell, but little grew, it was nothing new to those few who had stayed to see the past ten years, learning to live week by week.
The smaller the farm, the larger the family, the bigger the family, the more had to go, as simple as that, and later came Franny, when my mother looked to London Town.
Oh, I can't believe it, this day and age, to sleep on the carpet of such bendersome rage.
No, I can't believe it, we're in the third world, the carpet gets bigger, it's going to explode.
My father over there, since he was fifteen, fast learned the ways of the city, and he swears he never missed a one-one.
Oh, I cry when you've been taught better lies. Oh, I cry when he could always deny, it was hard at first, and lonely to try.
There was work to be had, fake money to be made, be damned, the piper would have to be paid later.
Their brave bows were just too legend, their laughter just too loud to be true, and all the king's shillings, like in all the queen's dance, could never repair what had been broken.
Oh, I can't believe it, this day and age, to sleep on the carpet of such bendersome rage.
No, I can't believe it, we're in the third world, the carpet gets bigger, it's going to explode.
For twenty-five years they journeyed home, to a country that had finally grown, into a nation that they could now call their own, then one August, they never went back.
From the barren hills to the silver mines, Jesus Christ turned the waters of wine and a pint of clay, into a barren arena.
It's high in cars and jams, the road more barren to boot, it's as dark as a picture on video screen, in TV hours of a new town, built on borrowed praise.
Now the times have changed, like seasons they recur, and the people are voting with their feet once more, and our parents have fathered another generation.
Who are forced to drag their feet on the long acres.
Oh, I can't believe it, this day and age, to sleep on the carpet of such bendersome rage.
No, I can't believe it, we're in the third world, the carpet gets bigger, it's going to explode.
No, I know I can't believe it, this day and age, no I can't believe it, yes I will believe that, we're in the third world, but the carpet gets bigger, it's going to explode.
No, I know I can't believe it, we're in the third world, the carpet gets bigger, it's going to explode.