Flogging Molly - The Kilburn High Road текст песни

Manys the day I took for granted

Breathing the air that sinlenced some

As the north wind blew

With its head of thunder

Beating its breast with a war drenched song

Bathe awhile, awash in slumber

Cry whats left to sleep

Where you dream of the love you left forever

But pity no more nor grieve

For were the kings of it all

For the day we were born

Now were the kings of the kilburn high

Sure well always take a drop and well never leave a sup

Your empty glass is but a tear filled eye

We were the kings of the kilburn high

Listen to the sound of dead men dying

March as they flee but exiled bound

Their ship once sailed no longer anchors

For gone is the green

And their hallowed gound

Toast to tears of times past glories

This ageless clock chime stalls

Where to kiss the lips of that love forgotten

To fly where no others have soared

For were the kings of it all

For the day we were born

Now were the kings of the kilburn high

Sure well always take a drop and well never leave a sup

Your empty glass is but a tear filled eye

We were the kings of the kilburn high

Toast to tears of times past glories

This ageless clock chime stalls

Where to kiss the lips of that love forgotten

To fly where no others have soared

For were the kings of it all

For the day we were born

Now were the kings of the kilburn high

Sure well always take a drop and well never leave a sup

Your empty glass is but a tear filled eye

We were the kings of the kilburn high