Chris De Burgh Album

In from the coast, riding like the wind and racing the moon,
Shadows on the road, dancing and a-weaving like a crazy fool.
A horseman is coming, death in his heart, for a rendez-vous,
And where the traveller goes, nobody knows,
Where the traveller goes, nobody knows....

A candle in the night, fear on every face when he goes inside
(Maybe he's on the run?)
Get back from the bar! A stranger in town is a dangerous sight
(Maybe he's got a gun?)
"Bring a bottle of whisky, landlord, I wanna talk for a while."
And where the traveller goes, a cold wind blows,
Oh, where the traveller goes, a cold wind blows....

There is something in his eyes, something in his hands,
You can almost smell his revenge!
And whoever he is after, it will be disaster:
This man is gonna take him to the very end....

Well, the landlord he trembled, staring at a face he'd seen somewhere before.
(You laid him in the ground)
Suddenly remembers a killing, yes, a murder, many years before.
('Twas you that shot him down)
He said to a boy: "Saddle me the black, I'll meet you down below.
With this man I must talk, yes with this traveller I'll go,
With this man I must talk, yes with him I must go."

There is something in his eyes, something in his hands,
I can almost smell his revenge!
And it's me that he's after, it will be disaster:
This man is gonna take me to the very end....

They say there will be rain tonight,
But that's okay, we'll stay inside,
This is the first time I have felt so satisfied,
I know love has found me;

And now the night, is getting wild,
And she is sleeping like a child,
And though I know, I know I should be dreaming,
I'm tossing and turning, 'cos I wonder,

Yes I wonder, how it began,
Growing in the forests and the freeways,
Minute by minute she became a part of me,
And suddenly love is here and I'm falling,

Just like every drop of rain,
Many drops can someday make a river,
And many rivers go down to the sea,
And the sea rolls on forever, forever,

And now I'll sleep til morning light,
I have no fear of stormy nights,
Because the one that I have wanted all my life,
Is right here beside me, and I wonder,

Oh the wonder, how it began,
Growing in the forests and the freeways,
Minute by minute she became a part of me,
And suddenly love is here and I'm falling,

Just like every drop of rain,
Many drops can someday make a river,
And many rivers go down to the sea,
And the sea rolls on forever,

Dennis is a menace
With his "Anyone for tennis?"
And he'd beseech me to come keep the score.
And Maude said, "Oh Lord, I'm so terribly bored"
I really can't stand it anymore...

I'm going...out to dinner,
With a gorgeous singer,
To a little place I know,
Down by the quay.

Her name is Patricia,
She calls herself Delicia
And the reason isn't
Very hard to see.

She said, God made her a sinner
Just to keep those fat men thinner
As they tumble down in heaps
Before her feet.

They hang around in groups
Like battle weary troops,
One can often see the
Queue right down the street.

Because Patricia
Or Delicia
Not only is a singer
She also removes all her clothing

For Patricia,
Is the best stripper in town...

And with a swing of her hips,
She started to strip
To tremendous applause
She took of her drawers

And with a lick of her lips
She undid all her clips,
Threw it all in the air
And everyone stared

And as the last piece of clothing
Fell to the floor,
The police were banging on the door
On a Saturday night,
In 1924

Take it away boys...

Well, Patricia was arrested
And everyone detested,
The terrible manner in which
she was exposed

Later on in court
where everyone thought
A summer's run in jail
would be proposed..

But the judge said, "Patricia,
Or may I say Delicia,
The facts of this case lie before me (knock, knock, knock)
Case dismissed... This girl was in her working clothes...

And with a swing of her hips,
She started to strip
To tremendous applause
She took off her drawers

And with a lick of her lips
She undid all her clips,
Threw it all in the air
And everyone stared

And as the last piece of clothing
Fell to the floor,
The police were yelling out for more (more)
On a Saturday night

Where your love is, put your heart, guard these moments well,
Where your dreams are, put your hopes, you know they will not fail you,
When the sun rises in the morning, you will wake up and find her yawning,
When the wind blows strong and cold, she'll be with you until you grow old,
Where your love is, put your heart, oh what would you do
if your dreams came true?

I would build a lovely house with satin green shutters, it would be lovely
The most lovely house in the world...
And I would sing a lovely song with you in my mind, and you in my eyes,
The most lovely song in the world...
I would write it down on the wall, just for you, just for you;
And I would hold you in my arms for the rest of my days.

When you're sad and feeling low, you're on your own with nowhere to go,
Make believe that she is gone, play your guitar and write a song for her,
Write down the words about how you cried when you woke up weeping,
'Cos you thought that she had died, and you heard her breathing,
Through your pain and you held her close and cried all over again;
Where your love is, put your heart, oh what would you do
if your dreams came true?

And inside my lovely house with satin green shutters, there would be children,
The most lovely children in the world...
And even when skies are grey, we would be happy, for we have love, The most
lovely love in the world;
I would write it down on the wind, just for you, just for you;
And I would hold you in my arms for the rest of my days.

There's a Spanish train that runs between
Quadalquivir and old Seville,
And at dead of night the whistle blows,
and people hear she's running still...

And then they hush their children back to sleep,
Lock the doors, upstairs they creep,
For it is said that the souls of the dead
Fill that train ten thousand deep!!

Well a railwayman lay dying with his people by his side,
His family were crying, knelt in prayer before he died,
But above his head just a-waiting for the dead,
Was the Devil with a twinkle in his eye,
"Well God's not around and look what I've found,
this one's mine!!"

Just then the Lord himself appeared in a blinding flash of light,
And shouted at the devil, "Get thee hence to endless night!!"
But the Devil just grinned and said "I may have sinned,
But there's no need to push me around,
I got him first so you can do your worst,
He's going underground!!"

"But I think I'll give you one more chance"
said the Devil with a smile,
"So throw away that stupid lance,
It's really not your style",
"Joker is the name, Poker is the game,
we'll play right here on this bed,
And then we'll bet for the biggest stakes yet,
the souls of the dead!!"

And I said "Look out, Lord, he's going to win,
The sun is down and the night is riding in,
That train is dead on time, many souls are on the line,
Oh Lord, he's going to win!.."

Well the railwayman he cut the cards
and he dealt them each a hand of five
And for the Lord he was praying hard
or that train he'd have to drive...
Well the Devil he had three aces and a king,
and the Lord, he was running for a straight,
he had the queen and the knave and the nine and ten of spades,
All he needed was the eight...

And then the Lord he called for one more card,
but he drew the diamond eight,
And the Devil said to the son of God,
"I believe you've got it straight,
So deal me one for the time has come
to see who'll be the king of this place,
But as he spoke, from beneath his cloak,
he slipped another ace...

Ten thousand souls was the opening bid,
and it soon went up to fifty-nine,
but the Lord didn't see what the Devil did,
and he said "that suits me fine",
"I'll raise you high to hundred and five,
and forever put an end to your sin",
But the Devil let out a mighty shout, "My hand wins!!"

And I said "Lord, oh Lord, you let him win,
The sun is down and the night is riding in,
That train is dead on time, many souls are on the line,
Oh Lord, don't let him win..."

Well that Spanish train still runs between,
Quadalquivir and old Seville,
And at dead of night the whistle blows,
And people hear she's running still...
And far away in some recess
The Lord and the Devil are now playing chess,
The Devil still cheats and wins more souls,
And as for the Lord, well, he's just doing his best...

And I said "Lord, oh Lord, you've got to win,
The Sun is down and the night is riding in,
That train is still on time, Oh my soul is on the line,
Oh Lord, you've got to win..."

Standing in the foyer of the Grand Hotel,
Suitcase in his hand looking for a bill,
There's a hurricane coming and everyone's trying to get away;

Time of the season, time of the year,
The weather reporter from Miami is clear,
"Find a save place to hide," there's no place here;

And then the lights go down,
In that Caribbean town,
And the fishing boats that go out from the coast,
Are tied up and dry, yeah yeah yeah,

Suddenly there's a movement to the telephone,
But nobody's calling home tonight,
They've taken out the very last flight,
And they close down the borderline,

'Cos there ain't nowhere to hide,
Waiting for the hurricane,
There is nowhere here to hide,
Waiting for the hurricane,
Oh there is nowhere you can hide,
Waiting for the hurricane, no no no no...

Staring out the window of the Grand Hotel,
The sea was roaring, I remember well,
And then the honeymoon bride began to cry,

But as the band played on,
Some old love song,
Well he held her hand,
Gave her to understand,
It'll be alright, yeah yeah yeah,

Suddenly there's a movement to the radio,
But nobody's getting home tonight,
They've taken out the very last flight,
And they closed down the borderline,

'Cos there ain't nowhere to hide,
Waiting for the hurricane,
There is nowhere here to hide,
Waiting for the hurricane,
Oh there is nowhere you can hide,
Waiting for the hurricane,
Oh there is nowhere you can hide,
Waiting for the hurricane,
Oh oh, waiting for the hurricane,
Oh oh, waiting for the hurricane,

These broken wings can take me no further,
I'm lost, and out at sea,
I thought these wings would hold me forever,
And on to eternity,
And far away I can hear your voice,
I can hear it in the silence of the morning,
But these broken wings have let me down,
They can't even carry me home.

In broken dreams that keep me from sleeping,
I remember all the things I said,
Well I've broken all the promises,
I said I would be keeping,
They're gone, like leaves they fell,
For it's so hard when you're far away,
All I needed was a shoulder I could cry on,
Now these broken dreams have woken me,
My love, will you carry me home.

Or will you treat me like some traveller,
On a dark and lonely road,
Who sees a light and a woman who will give him love,
Oh and just when she reaches the part,
When she's supposed to comfort his broken heart,
She turns away, and sends him travelling on, on,

Oh when I left I believed that nothing would go wrong,
I thought the whole world would be waiting for my story,
Take me back, my love, I need you now,
Come back and carry me home,
Take me back and heal these broken wings,

The cold North wind they call "La Bise"
is swirling round about my knees,
Trees are crying leaves into the river;
I'm huddled in this French cafe
I never thought I'd see the day,
When winter's here and summer's really over,

Even the birds have packed up and gone,
They're flying south with their song,
And my love, she too has gone, she had to fly,

Take care, it's such a lonely sky,
They'll trap your wings my love and hold your flight,
They'll build a cage and steal your only sky,
Fly away, fly to me, fly when the wind is high,
I'm sailing beside you in your lonely sky...

The old cathedral lights are low
She and I we'd often go there
To admire and sometimes kneel in prayer;

Lords and ladies lie in stone,
Hand in hand from long ago,
And though their hands are cold they'll love forever,

Even the choir rehearses those songs
For Christmas is not long.
And alone, I sing my song, she had to fly.

Out there it's such a lonely sky,
They'll trap your wings my love and hold your flight,
They'll build a cage and steal your only sky,
Fly away, fly to me, fly when the wind is high,
I'm sailing beside you in your lonely sky...
Fly away, fly to me, and if you need my love,
I'm sailing beside you in your lonely sky...
I'll come in with the dawn,
I'm sailing beside you in your lonely sky...
On the wings of the mourn,
I'm sailing beside you in your lonely sky...
Above the world we'll be flying,
I'm sailing beside you in your lonely sky...

And though their hands are cold they'll love forever.

A spaceman came travelling on his ship from afar,
'twas light years of time since his mission did start,
And over a village he halted his craft,
And it hung in the sky like a star, just like a star...

He followed a light and came down to a shed,
Where a mother and a child were lying there on a bed,
A bright light of silver shone round his head,
And he had the face of an angle, and they were afraid...

Then the stranger spoke, he said 'Do not fear,
I come from a planet a long way from here,
And I bring a message for mankind to hear',
And suddenly the sweetest music filled the air...

And it went la, la...
Peace and goodwill to all men, and love for the child...

This lovely music went trembling through the ground,
And many were wakened on hearing that sound,
And travellers on the road, the village they found,
By the light of that ship in the sky, which shone all round...

And just before dawn at the paling of the sky,
The stranger returned and said 'Now I must fly,
When two thousand years of your time has gone by,
This song will begin once again, to a baby's cry...'

And it went la la... This song will begin once again
to a baby's cry...
And it goes la la... Peace and goodwill to all men
and love for the child...
Oh the whole world is waiting, waiting to hear that song again,
There are thousands standing on the edge of the world,
And a star is moving somewhere, the time is nearly here,

"What do I do next?" said the Bishop to the Priest,
"I have spent my whole life waiting, preparing for the Feast,
And now you say Jerusalem has fallen and is lost,
The King of Heathen Saracen has seized the holy cross."

Then the Priest said "Oh my Bishop, we must put them to the sword,
For God in all his mercy will find a just reward,
For the Noblemen and sinners, and Knights of ready hand
Who will be the Lord's Crusader, send word throughout all the land,

Jerusalem is lost,
Jerusalem is lost,
Jerusalem is lost;"

"Tell me what to do", said the King upon his throne,
"but speak to me in whispers for we are not alone,
They tell me that Jerusalem has fallen to the hand
Of some bedevilled Eastern heathen who has seized the Holy land;"

Then the Chamberlain said "Lord, we must call upon our foes
In Spain and France and Germany to end our bitter wars,
All Christian men must be as one and gather for the fight,
You will be their leader, begin the battle cry,

Jerusalem is lost,
Jerusalem is lost,
Jerusalem is lost"...

Ooh, high on a hill, in the town of Jerusalem,
There stood Saladin, the King of the Saracens,
Whoring and drinking and snoring and sinking, around him his army lay,
Secure in the knowledge that they had won the day;

A messenger came, blood on his feet and a wound in his chest,
"The Christians are coming!" he said, "I have seen their Cross in the West,"
In a rage Saladin struck him down with his knife
And he said "I know that this man lies,
They quarrel too much, the Christians could never unite!

I am invincible, I am the King,
I am invincible, and I will win..."

Close they came, the army of Richard the Lionheart,
Marching by day and night, with soldiers from every part,
And when the Crusaders came over the mountain and they saw Jerusalem,
They fell to their knees and prayed for her release;

They started the battle at dawn, taking the city by storm,
With horsemen and bowmen and engines of war,
They broke through the city walls,
The Heathens were flying and screaming and dying,
And the Christian swords were strong,
And Saladin ran when he heard their victory song;

"We are invincible, God is the King,
We are invincible, and we will win!"

"What do I do now?" said the Wiseman to the Fool,
"I have spent my whole life waiting, to find the Golden Rule,
Though centuries have disappeared, the memory still remains
Of those enemies together, could it be that way again?"

Then the Fool said "Oh you Wise men, you really make me laugh,
With your talk of vast persuasion and searching through the past,
There is only greed and evil in the men that fight today,
The Song of the Crusader has long since gone away,

Jerusalem is lost,
Jerusalem is lost,
Jerusalem is lost...

In a country churchyard there's a preacher with his people
Gathered all around to join a man and woman,
Spring is here and turtle doves are singing from the steeple,
Bees are in the flowers, growing in the graveyard,
And over the hill, where the river meets the mill,
A lovely girl is coming down
To give her hand upon her wedding day.

Dressed in simple white and wearing flowers in her hair,
Music as she walks slowly to the altar,
And picking up his Bible then the Preacher turns towards her,
"Will you take this man to be your wedded husband,
to honor and love in the eyes of god above,
Now let the people sing with me
These words to live forever in your heart...

Let your love shine on
For we are the stars in the sky,
Let your love shine strong
Until the day you fly away"

Many years have fallen on that golden country morning,
The graveyard's overgrown, the church lies in ruins,
Ivy on the walls and ravens wheeling round above me
As I made my way towards the last remaining headstone,
I fell to my knees, read the lines beneath the leaves,
And suddenly it seemed to me
I heard the words like singing in the trees...

Let your love shine on
For we are the stars in the sky,
Let your love shine strong
Until the day you fly...
Let your love shine on
For we are the stars in the sky,
Let your love shine strong
Until the day you fly...