Composed by Ric Albano on May 6, 2019
From the album The Girl with No Name by Sinclair Soul
Released on August 13, 2021
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The eighth track on the 2021 Sinclair Soul album The Girl with No Name, this song was written by Ric Albano in 2019.
Musicians
Ric Albano – lead vocals, acoustic guitars, keyboards, bass
Bret Alexander – lead guitar, mandolin, dobro, melodica, harmonica
Ron Simasek – drums, percussion
Lyrics
In the shade of an ancient oak tree
A cogent spirit surrounded me
Softly singing through the breeze, the aura of woman so free
On a hill near the hamlet Kilgart
Once again I found my Irish sweetheart
Moving oh, so gracefully, replenishing a weathered old heart
Then a crowd it grows, and crows and trolls
As a foul mood flows into an irritated deadlock
Soon that mood will give into corrupt motives, we will not forgive nor live
If we don’t talk, we won’t take stock, we will never take stock
As the crowd soon shifts towards mesmerized fits,
And no one commits to quit when its best to do so
Arousing choleric kids to do bonehead bids and they try to run but there’s
Nowhere to go, where can they go?
In the sky above God’s sacred land
Forms a cloud shaped like two joining hands
Hov’ring above chaos below, oh, tell me what does this now show?
Blazing a path to a new start, the way of my Irish sweetheart
My Irish sweetheart, blaze a path to a new start
My Irish sweetheart, blaze a path to a new start
My Irish sweetheart, refreshing new start
My Irish sweetheart
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