crédits photographiques Karim Hobeika
Oh but the farrow know, her hungry eyes, her ancient soul
Know what it is to grow, beneath her sky, her punishing cold
To slowly learn of her ancient misery, to be twisted by a shame without a sin
Like how she twisted the bog man, after she married him
But in all the world, there is one lover worthy of her
With as many souls claimed as she
Rushing ashore to meet her, foaming with loneliness
White hands to fondle and beat her, give her his onliness
Rare is this love, keep it covered
I need you to run to me until you feel your lungs bleeding
https://youtu.be/aCy-12iVXdI
Rare is this love, keep it covered
I need you to run to me, run to me, lover
Run until you feel your lungs bleeding
Oh but the farrow know
Her hungry eyes, her ancient soul
It's carried by the sneering menagerie
Know what it is to grow
Beneath her sky, her punishing cold
To slowly learn of her ancient misery
To be twisted by something
A shame without a sin
Like how she twisted the bog man
After she married him
But in all the world
There is one lover worthy of her
With as many souls claimed as she
But for all he's worth
He still shatters always on her earth
The cause of every tear she'd ever weep
Rushing ashore to meet her
Foaming with loneliness
White hands to fondle and beat her
Give her his onliness
https://youtu.be/jMPAjMwaihw
A quote about Ireland, lovingly said : "Ireland is the sow that eats its farrow". Meant in a loving way.
Angle 1
https://youtu.be/HWstT7ujlz8