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Saint Patrick's Day by John Waite
Well he pulls her from the crowd to the doorway where they kiss
and she whispers with her eyes “Will you have me?”
He winks a roguish smile and lights a cigarette
thinking “what the hell took you so long to find me?
Cuz all I want is what you are - And all I see is you”
Emerald cross - ringing bells
Banners waving shamrocks flying
the parade passes by
Marching bands to the sound of drummers drumming
Toora Lura lay on St Patricks Day
She packed her bags & left for the new world far away
knowing there’s no reason for returning
And he comes from the Bronx
Sharp & tough & cool
He’s about to get a lesson well worth learning
Saying “all I want is what you are - And all I see is you”
Emerald cross - ringing bells
Banners waving shamrocks flying
the parade passes by
Marching bands to the sound of drummers drumming
Celtics all the way It’s St Patricks Day
In the doorway where they stand her sunglasses fall away
He sees her now her skin as white as cream
Her red hair tumbles down as she looks up at the sky
He says “Jesus Christ, Mary, your eyes are green”
And all he sees is blazing light
And Romeo meets Juliet tonight
Emerald cross - ringing bells
Banners waving shamrocks flying
the parade passes by
Raise your hands for Beckett, Yates and Bobby Sands
In a state of grace on St Patricks Day
(Waite / Burtnik)
