Christy Moore - Barrowland lyrics
[Christy Moore - Barrowland lyrics]
There's an easy place down Gallowgate to
The East End of Glasgow
It's a ballroom of remembrance and a disco
Where the shooting stars light up the fresco
Where the last ones and the lovers
Go … to carry on
We sang about the Nicky Tams in
The back room of the Scotia
We drank sweet wines and called for
Neon pints of Fidel Castro
Till it was time to fly to dreamland
Out of Bairds
Up the stairs to hell or to heaven we'd go
Come all you dreamers hear the
Sound of the Barrows humming
Come all you dreamers to Barrowland
Hear Mags McIvor and the ghost
Of the GayBirds calling
Come all you dreamers to Barrowland
The Lassies of the Broomielaw in
Their Cuban Heels are dancing
Here comes Our Lady of the Clyde
And there goes Jinky Johnston
They've come back to rock and roll
In the church of ceili
To waltz beneath the carousel of healing
To jitterbug and boogie the night away
Come all you dreamers
The East End of Glasgow
It's a ballroom of remembrance and a disco
Where the shooting stars light up the fresco
Where the last ones and the lovers
Go … to carry on
We sang about the Nicky Tams in
The back room of the Scotia
We drank sweet wines and called for
Neon pints of Fidel Castro
Till it was time to fly to dreamland
Out of Bairds
Up the stairs to hell or to heaven we'd go
Come all you dreamers hear the
Sound of the Barrows humming
Come all you dreamers to Barrowland
Hear Mags McIvor and the ghost
Of the GayBirds calling
Come all you dreamers to Barrowland
The Lassies of the Broomielaw in
Their Cuban Heels are dancing
Here comes Our Lady of the Clyde
And there goes Jinky Johnston
They've come back to rock and roll
In the church of ceili
To waltz beneath the carousel of healing
To jitterbug and boogie the night away
Come all you dreamers