Chris De Burgh - The River Sessions (2006) by Chris De Burgh (보컬) on maniadb.com

Underneath a silver moon, the ship is like a ghost,
She's been out there for a week, just waiting for the wind to blow,
But now she's off and running, and there's nothing I can do,
'Cos I am just a prisoner here until this war is through,
And I'm singing,

Sailor, can you hear me,
Sailor, hear my call,
Sailor, take me with you,
Sailor, take me home...

Yesterday I saw a sea bird wheeling light and low,
Then she sailed off to the west
Like she was telling me the way to go,
If I had her wings my love I'd be with you tonight,
But my last hope has gone, it's drifting out of sight,
Wait for me,

Oh Sailor, take me to her,
Sailor, take me home...

To feel the wind, to see the sky,
To hear the waves breaking on the shore again,
To be with you, to lie with you,
To hear your voice echo through the hills again,
Oh my darling wait for me, 'cos I will be there,
When it is over, when it is over,
Yes I will return one day,

Sailor, take me to her,
Oh Sailor, take me home,
Sailor, can you hear me,
Sailor, hear my call,
Sailor, Sailor...

There's a Spanish train that runs between
Guadalquivir 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,
Guadalquivir and old Seville,
And at dead of night the whistle blows,
And people fear 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..."

"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..."
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...
Jerusalem."

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 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 the song again,
There are thousands standing on the edge of the world,
And a star is moving somewhere, the time is nearly here,
This song will begin once again, to a baby's cry...

Well my furrows are filled with corn,
I have my woman to keep me warm,
But there's one thing that I do fear,
That Eastern wind is getting near,

There's a shotgun beside my bed,
This is my country, where I was born and bred,
But I am sure, as the willow will grow,
That Eastern wind is going to blow,

Blowing a hole in my life, Eastern wind,
Running away with my life, Eastern wind;

There's a woman who reads the stars,
She sees Warlords on the planet Mars,
And she said, "Boy, you'd better beware,
That restless wind is getting near,

Blowing a hole in your life, Eastern wind,
Running away with your life, Eastern wind..."
They are coming, they are coming,
they are coming, look out!

In my dream, I saw a crowd,
They were burning the palace down,
I saw a mad old man, and I ran to the door,
And then that wind began to roar,

And when they come, they'll find me here,
I will not run, they will not see my fear,
And I will fight to the very end,
Before that wind I will never bend,

If they're blowing a hole in my life, Eastern wind,
Oh running away with my life, Eastern wind,
Taking the plough from my hands, Eastern wind,
Taking every bit of my land, Eastern wind...

Down in the jungle, you can hear a rumble,
Way up the Himalayas, in a Mexican bodega,
Something is going on,
People are coming, running round the world,
There's no way to avoid them, they're everywhere,
You can see them on the streets of London town;

They've found a tourist attraction,
It's a bobby on the beat,
Yes a tourist attraction,
They're all looking at his feet,
And the blue rinse ladies,
Shooting cameras from the hip,
Doing Europe in two days,
"We've had a wonderful trip!"
And he turns to the Palace,
You can almost hear him say,
"Your Majesty why don't you tell them,
Please go away!"
Tourist attraction, tourist attraction, tourist attraction;

Caribbean island, cool drink in my hand,
Nearest thing to Paradise, the native girls are very nice;
Something is going wrong,
People are coming, running down the beach,
Cameras at the ready, get out of reach,
Time to grab my things, I'm heading for the hills;

They've found a tourist attraction,
Yes my little hideaway
It's a tourist attraction, it will never be the same,
There's a big bus driver taking money on the side,
"Everybody stick together and please follow the guide,"
And way over yonder, they hear somebody yell,
"I came here for the peace and quiet, y'all go to hell!"
Tourist attraction, tourist attraction, tourist attraction,
tourist attraction...

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 key.

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 everybody 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
In 1924

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 honour and love in the eyes of god above,
Now let the peoble 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...
Fly away...

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 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 theses broken wings,
come back and carry me home.

it's a rainy night in paris,
and the harbour lights are low,
he must leave his love in paris,
before the winter snow;
on a lonely street in paris,
he held her close to say,
"we'll meet again in paris,
when there are flowers on champs-elysees..."
"how long" she said "how long,
and will your love be strong,
when you're across the sea,
will your heart remember me? ..."
then she gave him words to turn to,
when the winter nights were long,
"nous serons encore amoureux,
avec les couleurs de printemps..."
"and then "she said "and then,
our love will grow again,"
ah but in her eyes he sees,
her words of love are only words to please...
and now the lights of paris,
grow dim and fade away,
and I know by the lights of paris,
I will never see her again...

We're sitting out here on the runway,
Waiting for the plane to leave,
And the Captain says, "There'll be a short delay,
Bear with me please,"

They gave us the usual hassle,
"You can't take those guitars on board,"
But the boys in the band just smiled,
Heard it all before,

And as they're starting to serve Champagne
To the folks at the front of the plane,
I can hear the engines roaring, we're on our way,

And we are flying home,
I feel the freedom in my soul,
Flying home at last;
Flying home,
I've got the freedom in my soul,
And it's four in the morning,
My world is calling,
Speeding through the universe tonight...

The movie reminds of my lady,
As she waits, "where are those guys?"
Yes it's nice to see old Butch and Sundance in the sky,

And now the sun is beginning to rise,
It's like looking down on Paradise,
There's a ball of fire that's burning, giving life,

And we are flying home,
I feel the freedom in my soul,
Flying home at last;
Flying home,
I've got the freedom in my soul,
And it's four in the morning,
My world is calling,
Speeding through the universe tonight...

I'd like you to meet my last queen,
over there large as life
She's been hanging there for almost a week,
my poor late wife;

What do think of the colour of her skin,
it has the bloom of the rose,
You see she begged me to bring a certain painter in,
and for that picture in her bedroom she would pose;

Well after a while he was driving me mad,
as you could well understand,
Sitting in there, day after day,
with my wife in the palm of his hand...
It was -

"Madam please do this and Madam please do that",
You've never heard such display,
But he didn't mind he was taking his time,
it was me that had to pay,
"Madam I think we should take a walk in the woods,
you understand it's the light",
And did I mind, no, I was so kind when they,
came back in the middle of the night,
and I swear I'll take care of the painter, Oh the painter...

Well as you can see it was hard for me,
but something has to be done,
She only has eyes for him and his lies, and as for me,
not a glance, not a single one;
My orders were severe and she disappeared,
it really was such a shame,
And when they told me she was dead I broke down and said,
"It's that painter, it's him, he's to blame."

With his "Madam please do this and Madam please do that",
You've never heard such display,
But he didn't mind he was taking his time,
it was me that had to pay,
"Oh Madam I think we should take a walk in the woods,
you understand it's the light",
And did I mind, no, I was so kind when they
came back in the middle of the night,
And I hope it's the rope for the painter,
When he's found, it's hellbound for the painter,
I'll get that painter...

Oh my love the evening light is catching colours in your eyes,
Take another glass of wine and bring your body next to mine;
Tell me all the things you've done since you went away this morning,
Oh these quiet moments make my day, we must never let them slip away...

People everywhere the same, they're so busy they don't get together,
So these quiet moments make my day, just to sit with you and drift away...

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 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 theses broken wings,
come back and carry me home.