Damien Dempsey

I fell in the lane, got my rope in the lane.

I died in the lane, I came alive again.

the water But some of us are looking at the stars We are all in the water

But some of us are looking at the stars We are all in the gutter But some of us are looking at

The stars The stars Oh, the stars The stars

Oh, why, oh Why, oh, why, oh, why

John lives on the street

With eighty terraced houses And they all look the same He walks the same beat Down to the factory Assembly line chain They dance on his dreams They didn't tread softly Still he's grateful for the job It's all he has known But not many choices And he hasn't the cheek to rub

On a Saturday night At the Hell's party He blows folks away When he sings so sweet Deep down with his soul Till the early dawn Oh, come on, factory John

We sing in the sunrise of autonomy I can feel the sunrise inside of me

When we sing and the sun rises there to John and me

John lives for the day But me, him and Sarah We'll drive over the Wicklow Hills To that beautiful beach The night of a bonfire No more plants on the window sills It helps him get through The din of the factory Where he feels like a new machine

We sing round the fire We feel something sacred And on each other's spirits lean All his songs are the only thing That makes some sense to him When he sings of his pain He just sings us wings He gives thanks for the signs

And the lonesome woods That we let off the birds And we sing And the sun rises Over Galway Bay

I can feel the soul rise Like a mighty wave When we sing, feel the sun rise Emancipate the slave

And we be singing, boy, why y'all?

Why y'all, why y'all, why y'all?

Yeah, we be singing, boy, why y'all?

Why y'all, why y'all?

Let's go.