wrote this one a while ago its meant to be in a celtic folk style
the old man river
courses on
courses on
till he finds a way to the sea
where the albatross call
echoes on
echoes on
thats where you shall find me
you can leave my bones
in my inner city home
my ghost will walk through the trees
ill reside deep inside
above all ill abide
till we find a home by the sea
when they beat their drum
let them come
let them come
they'll no' drive me away
my only land
is the sand
is the sand
faur you and i once lay
and we swore in our hearts
we'd ne'er be torn apart
we'd meet again some day
id reside deep inside
above all id abide
till they laid me cold in the clay
well old man time
he ticks on
he ticks on
and cools the fires of lust
and our kindered hearts
stop in time
stop in time
and resign themselves to dust
we swore in our hearts we'd ne'er
be torn apart
we'd meet again some day
we'd reside deep inside
above all we'd abide
till they laid is caul' in the clay Omg, that's pretty awesome!! you have what it takes to become a great song writer. Keep it up! Cool, feel fresh. I like it. | 