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The Best Is Yet To Come

Today I passed you on the street, where we used to meet,
It was uncanny.
My heart I think it skipped a beat, feeling bittersweet,
Reminiscing.
I saw that that look still in your eyes, or was it the surprise,
Of a chance meeting.
I wonder which road did you take, who did you forsake?
Did you get there.

I should’ve stopped to say hello, I turned the corner,
Before you know.
I’m coming back around again, but who knows where,
and who knows when.
The time for us was in the past, we had our chance,
It didn’t last.
You can look back, you can regret, but I’ll know you’ll never forget.

That the best is yet to come.
Yeh the best is yet to come.
Yeh the best is yet to come.

And now we both live separate lives, is yours a disguise?
Or the real deal.
And I’m exorcising my ghosts, who did I love most?
In my lifetime.
I’m going full steam right ahead, the rest is put to bed.
No more dwelling in, the times gone long ago, even though I know.
That the best is yet to come.

I should’ve stopped to say hello, I turned the corner,
Before you know.
I’m coming back around again, but who knows where,
and who knows when.
The time for us was in the past, we had our chance,
It didn’t last.
You can look back, you can regret, but I’ll know you’ll never forget.

That the best is yet to come.
Yea the best is yet to come.
Yea the best is yet to come.

Life’s what you make it, so why don’t you take it?
Tomorrow’s a new dawn, I’m gonna be reborn.

Yea the best is yet to come.
Yea the best is yet to come.
Yea the best is yet to come.

Anthony “Titch” Warde : Banjo
Billy Treacy : Vocals & Guitar
Cian Boylan : Piano & Hammond Organ
Conor Brady : Bass & Electric Guitars
Dave Hingerty : Drums & Percussion

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The Sun, The Moon & The Stars

Shoebox greetings on an envelope, Love message written on a note.
Telling me things, I need to know.
Now I know that the time is near, so here’s some words that you want to hear.
This is what you mean to me.

The Sun, The Moon and the Stars.
The Sun, The Moon and the Stars.
The Sun, The Moon and the Stars.
The Sun, The Moon and the Stars.

Twists and turns and many bridges crossed. Look at us now though, so much better off.
We got nothing, but life itself.
Dark clouds have passed, never felt so alive. Once we were two, now we’re up to five.
And here is what you mean to me.

The Sun, The Moon and the Stars.
The Sun, The Moon and the Stars.
The Sun, The Moon and the Stars.
The Sun, The Moon and the Stars.

Billy Treacy : Vocals and Guitar
Cian Boylan : Piano & Hammond Organ
Conor Brady : Bass & Electric Guitars
Dave Hingerty : Drums & Percussion

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Head Above Water

Watching the waves crash in, thinking about a swim.
Battle demons within, comfortable in my skin? ( I don’t know)
Try to peer through the mist, wondering where I’ll be missed.
Slashing virtual wrists, smashing up doors with fists. ( I don’t care)

But now I’m holding on, trying to keep, my head above water.
These walls are closing in, and I don’t know if I can win.
Or if I could, or really ought to, but I got two sons and a daughter.
And they don’t know what’s going on.
With me, or with there Mamma.
And all I know is, I don’t know, Where next? Where to Go?

But now I’m holding on, trying to keep, my head above water.
These walls still closing in, and I don’t know if I can win.
Or if I could, or really ought to, still got two sons and a daughter.
And they don’t know what’s going on.
With me, or with there Mamma.
And all I know is, I don’t know, Where next? Where to Go?

Open up my eyes, look up at the sky’s.
Think of another way, to get me through today. ( I’ll be o.k.)
Hoping this will pass, knowing this can’t last.
Where did it all go wrong?

Andy Leighton : Fiddle
Billy Treacy : Vocals & Acoustic Guitar
Cian Boylan : Hammond Organ
Conor Brady : Bass & Electric Guitars
Dave Hingerty : Drums & Percussion
Peter Browne : Accordion

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Sick & Tired

Sick of all the tax they’re taking, Sick of all the mistake making.
Sick of all the lies they’re telling, Sick of all the bullshit selling.
Hey Hey Hey,
Hey Hey Hey.
Sick of all the rain that’s falling, Sick of all the salesmen calling.
Sick of all the prices rising, Sick of all the good men dying.
Hey Hey Hey,
Hey Hey Hey.
Pitching family’s one against the other,
Some afford to breathe and some of them smother.
Look at all the haves up against the have nots,
Struggling to survive up against the big shots.

Sick of all the T.D.’s running, Sick of all the gangsters gunning.
Sick of all the sleeveens sleeving, Sick of all the people leaving.
Hey Hey Hey,
Hey Hey Hey.
Pitching family’s one against the other,
Some afford to breathe and some of them smother.
Look at all the haves up against the have nots,
Struggling to survive up against the big shots.

Sick off all the kissing asses, Sick of all the different classes.
Sick of all the bucks they’re passing, Sick of all the …………..
Hey I’m just Sick, Sick & Tired, Sick & Tired.
I’m just Sick, Sick & Tired, Sick & Tired.
Hey Hey Hey, Hey Hey Hey. Sick & Tired.

So Now’s The Time For Change!

Andy Leighton : Fiddle
Billy Treacy : Vocals & Acoustic Guitar
Cian Boylan : Piano & Hammond Organ
Conor Brady : Cigar Box Bass & Electric Guitars
Dave Hingerty: Drums
Peter Browne : Accordion

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Drowning Sorrows

In the pub on a Monday night, I pray to tequila for a lack of sight.
No money in me wallet, things are tight, oh ho ho.
As much as she pours the words still flow.
I forget with that warm numbing glow.
Pints and shots, down the hatch they go, oh ho ho.
I’m drowning sorrows, like there’s no tomorrow’s.

Still I drink faster and faster, swaying to the music as I slowly get plastered.
Turn on the telly, there’s another natural disaster.
Without a care in the world, I reel and swing.
Dreading and knowing, the last bell will ring.
So I order a few more pints of the same aul thing.
I’m drowning sorrows, like there’s no tomorrow’s.

Why she left, I’m sure I’ll not know.
She just took off, she didn’t want to though.
“Take care” she said, with a kiss and a smile.
But as God is me witness, that won’t last me a mile.
To the airport we travelled, with sadness in our heart.
And wished well a dear friend, who truly departs, home.

The Young ones leave, in their groups and pairs.
Ignoring not knowing, our lonely stares.
I can’t lift me arse down from the bar chair, oh ho ho.
So we lift up our glasses, and drain our last pint.
Heading out to our own lonely night.
Knowing in the morning, that I’ll feel like shite, oh ho ho.
I’m drowning sorrows, like there’s no tomorrow’s.

Andy Leighton : Fiddle
Anthony “Booster” Bools : Bodhran
Anthony “Titch” Warde¬† : Banjo
Billy Treacy : Vocals & Guitar
Conor Brady : Bass
Peter Browne : Accordion

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Sam Hall

Ah me name it is Sam Hall, chimney sweep, chimney sweep.
Ah me name it is Sam Hall, chimney sweep.
Ah me name it is Sam Hall, and I’ve robbed both great and small.
And me neck will pay for all, when I die, when I die.
And me neck will pay for all, when I die.

I have twenty pounds in store, that’s not all, that’s not all.
I have twenty pounds in store, that’s not all.
I have twenty pounds in store, and I’ll rob for twenty more.
For the Rich MUST HELP the Poor, so must I, so must I.
For the Rich MUST HELP the Poor, so must I.

Well they took me to Cootehill, in a cart, in a cart.
Well they took me to Cootehill, in a cart.
They took me to Cootehill, where I stopped, to write my will.
For the best of friends must part, so must I, so must I.
For the best of friends must part, so must I.

Up the ladder I did grope, that’s no joke, that’s no joke.
Up the ladder I did grope, that’s no joke.
Up the ladder I did grope, and the hangman, he pulled his rope.
Ah but n’er a word I spoke, tumbling down, tumbling down.
Ah but n’er a word I spoke, tumbling down.

Ah me name it is Sam Hall, chimney sweep, chimney sweep.
Ah me name it is Sam Hall, chimney sweep.
Ah me name it is Sam Hall, and I’ve robbed both great and small.
And me neck will pay for all, when I die, when I die.
And me neck will pay for all, when I die.

Andy Leighton : Fiddle
Anthony “Titch” Warde : Banjo & Mandolin
Billy Treacy : Vocals & Guitar
Conor Brady : Bass
Jonathan Foley : Cajon
Niall Byrne : Harmonica

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Audrey

Audrey said to me, “See what you can see.”
And on side, she said, she’d hide, her secrets there for me.
And on among her lips, were her gentle fingertips,
And on one cheek, she said she’d keep, her secrets there for me.

Her gaze was everything, she’d make a mute man sing.
And on inside, she said, she’d hide, nothing there from me.
In her long black silky dress, her hair was slightly messed.
And in her eyes, I saw the sky’s, were not all grey for me.

We shared the spoken word, but not a word was heard.
Coz in between, we were quite keen, to make it all be good.
She whispered in my ear, softly but sincere.
And underneath, she keeps it sweet, for no one else but me.

Still she stares at me, and I can’t help but see.
That in her eyes, she bares disguise, to make it good for me.
Audrey still looks fine, and I’m glad that she’s all mine.
And all in all, she said, she couldn’t fall, for no one else but me.

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If There’s a Will

I can’t recall, can’t remember anything at all.
Memories faded, my whole body’s jaded.
I can’t get back, on the right track.
There’s too much distractions going on.
What I’m after, is some laughter.
It seems like all the good times are all gone.

If I could have the whole world now.
I’d like to change it all, somehow.
If there could be another time.
I’d like to make it all be mine.

If there’s a will, there’s a way.
And I’ll make it true someday.
No matter how, it all works out.
I’m gonna, give it my best shout.
Whatever is, and what shall be.
Well at least, I’ll be happy.
Coz I have tried, and I have lived.
My Way.

Can’t believe, can’t comprehend or conceive.
Everything’s changing, and everybody’s ageing.
Not knowing, where I’m going.
The futures right ahead, but I can’t see.
Because today, there’s no way.
Of knowing where to go, and what will be.

If I could have the whole world now.
I’d like to change it all, somehow.
If there could be another time.
I’d like to make it all be mine.

If there’s a will, there’s a way.
And I’ll make it through someday.
No matter how, it all works out.
I’m gonna, give it my best shout.
Whatever is, and what shall be.
Well at least, I’ll be happy.
Coz I have tried, and I have lived.
My Way.

Doing it my way, my way, my way.
Doing it my way, my way, my way.

Billy Treacy : Vocals & Guitar
Cian Boylan : Piano
Conor Brady : Bass & Guitars
Dave Hingerty : Drums & Percussion

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“Woe!”

Tell me once, tell me twice, tell me three,
That’d be nice.
Tell me that I’m wanted.
Tell me four, tell me five, let me know,
I’m alive. Tell me that I’m needed.
Woe, Woe, Woe.
Woe, Woe, Woe.

I’ve been down on my luck,
I can’t catch a break.
The government want to just, take, take, take.
All I got left is a mountain of debt.
And I can’t see that being met.

There’s been problems at home.
I’ve been feeling so down.
Don’t know if, I’m ever gonna turn it round.
Down in the dumps, nothing left to give.
When all I want to do is live!

So Tell me once, tell me twice, tell me three,
That’d be nice.
Tell me that I’m wanted.
Tell me four, tell me five, let me know,
I’m alive. Let me know I’m needed.
Woe, Woe, Woe.
Woe, Woe, Woe.

We’ll my sister’s left town, she had to emigrate.
She didn’t want to go, but she got a clean slate.
I’d go too, but I can’t do that.
Coz I want to take this country back.

So, Tell me once, tell me twice, tell me three,
That’d be nice.
Tell me that I’m wanted.
Tell me four, tell me five, let me know,
I’m alive. Tell me that I’m needed.
Woe, Woe, Woe.
Woe, Woe, Woe.

I’m sick of all the bluffs, the lies and mistruths.
An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth.
So come on everybody, help me sing my song.
The game is up, it’s gone on far too long.

So tell them once, tell them twice, tell them three,
That’d be nice.
Tell them they’re not wanted.
Tell them four, tell them five, let them know,
We’re alive. Tell them they’re not needed.
Go, Woe, Woe. Go, Go, Go.
Go, Woe, Woe. Go, Go, Go.

Tell them once, tell them twice, tell them three,
That’d be nice.
Tell them, they’re not wanted.
Tell them four, tell them five, let them know,
We’re alive. Tell them they’re not needed.
Go, Woe, Woe. Go, Go, Go.
Go, Woe, Woe. Go, Go, Go.

Bernie Tynan : Fiddle & Backing Vocals
Billy Treacy : Vocals & Guitar
Conor Brady : Bass, Guitars & Drum Programs

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Days Past

I could write about, the letter that you wrote me.
I could tell you why, I did not call you back.
I could tell you how much, I really, really loved you.
But I don’t know, if you want to hear all that.

I could think about, the stripy shirt you bought me.
I could think about, your inflatable air bed.
I could think about, the burger joint we went too.
All those little things, still rush around my head.

Well you could say yes? You could say no?
Or we could talk about Chicago.
I heard you were in London.
And I’m on my way to Dublin.
Where you can live, without your green card.
Or we could make love, in the graveyard.
You don’t have to go to Belfast.
Coz, we can have them, we can have them,
Days Past.

I could sing “The Galway Shawl” song for you maybe?
You always said, that your mamma would like that.
I could tell you what I have been up to lately.
You could tell me, what you’ve done, since you came back.
I often think of, Where you are now? What you’re doing?
I often wonder, if you think of me some days.
What could’ve been now, if we had have hooked together.
Still can’t believe, that I let you slip away.

Well you could say yes? You could say no?
Or we could talk about Chicago.
I heard you were in London.
And I’m on my way to Dublin.
Where you can live, without your green card.
Or we could make love, in the graveyard.
You don’t have to go to Belfast.
Coz, we can have them, we can have them,
Days Past, Days Past, Days Past.

We could talk about, we could talk about,
We could talk about, Days Past. Days Past.
We could talk about, we could talk about,
We could talk about, Days Past. Days Past.
We could talk about, we could talk about,
We could talk about, Days Past. Days Past.

Billy Treacy : Vocals & Guitar
Cian Boylan : Piano & Hammond Organ
Conor Brady : Bass and Guitars
Dave Hingerty : Drums & Percussion

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The Gift of Love

Can you hear me? When I’m calling out for you.
Are you near me? Is there nothing I can do.
If I could be, I would be by your place.
And if I knew you, then I’d let you fill this space.
And if I found you, I would ground you,
Right by my side.
With love and laughter, forever after,
No need to hide, away from me.

Miss you dearly, and I look, but I can’t find.
Had you nearly, now I slowly, lose my mind.
And if I found you, I would ground you,
Right by my side.
With love and laughter, forever after,
No need to hide.
I cast my mind back, good times and good craic.
But not here, not now.
I’m lost and lonely, I need you to show me.
Someway somehow. The gift of love.
Gift of love. The gift of love.
Gift of love.

In December, the date of your birthday.
I remember, it’s the price I have to pay.
Watching and waiting, anticipating, I love you dear.
All hope no glory, a true love story.
Wish you were here.
I cast my mind back, good times and good craic.
But not here, not now.
I’m lost and lonely, I need you to show me.
Someway somehow. The gift of love.
Gift of love. The gift of love.
Gift of love.
Can you hear me?

Billy Treacy : Vocals & Guitar
Cian Boylan : Piano & Hammond Organ
Conor Brady : Bass & Guitar
Dave Hingerty: Drums & Percussion

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The Parting Glass

Of all the money that e’er I spent. I spent it in, good company.
And of all the harm that e’er I did, alas it was, to none but me.
And all I’ve done, for want of wit. To memory now, sure I can’t recall.
So fill to me, the parting glass. Good night and joy be with you all.

If I had money,enough to spend. And leisure time, for to stay awhile.
There is a young wan in this town. That sorely has my heart beguiled.
Her rosy cheeks, and ruby lips. I swear she has my heart enthralled.
So fill to me the parting glass. Goodnight and joy be with you all.

Of all the comrades that e’er I had. They were sorry for my going away.
And of all the sweethearts that e’er I had. They’d wish me one more day to stay.
But since it falls unto my lot. That I should rise, and you should not.
I’ll simply rise, and I’ll softly call, goodnight and joy be with you all.

So fill to me, the parting glass. Goodnight and joy be with you all.

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