Christy Moore - Smoke & Strong Whiskey lyrics
[Christy Moore - Smoke & Strong Whiskey lyrics]
Kids wear white garters
And smell like their mothers
Whose husbands and fathers alike
Drink black beer in the same public houses
Smelling of smoke and strong whiskey
Mammies and daddies, skipping ropes
Lectures from priests, living in hope
That they’ve not mistaken the
Brand of their coats
They’ve paid for by spiritual teachings
A busy year this, streets running red
How many sent to their nuptial bed
How many sent home to a winter of graves
How many wait in for the slaughter
Oh, oh, the holy ground céad míle failte
There’s saints and there’s scholars to see
Oh, oh, the holy ground
Faraway hills ain’t as green as
They once used to be
It’s Easter again, and we cannot forget
Our brothers and sisters and
All that was said so practise your pipes
Stand proud in the wet
For the eyes of the world are upon you
God in his mercy has given us men
To lead us to peace but
They can’t bring an end
To the profit's that pay off
The lease on the land
We’re still sending them over the water
Seventeen years, Kelly is a man
Who stands on the street with
A gun in his hand
He’s protecting the pipers that
Play in the band
While the enemy wait's with an army
Dia le hÉireann, suckle the empire
Dia le hÉireann, suffer the loss
Of the green and the blue
While the media feeds
On the blood and the pain and the hatred
Father walks home on a colourless night
The organisation has blinded his sight
His wife and his kids are sleeping tonight
In the arms of sweet Jesus and Mary
And smell like their mothers
Whose husbands and fathers alike
Drink black beer in the same public houses
Smelling of smoke and strong whiskey
Mammies and daddies, skipping ropes
Lectures from priests, living in hope
That they’ve not mistaken the
Brand of their coats
They’ve paid for by spiritual teachings
A busy year this, streets running red
How many sent to their nuptial bed
How many sent home to a winter of graves
How many wait in for the slaughter
Oh, oh, the holy ground céad míle failte
There’s saints and there’s scholars to see
Oh, oh, the holy ground
Faraway hills ain’t as green as
They once used to be
It’s Easter again, and we cannot forget
Our brothers and sisters and
All that was said so practise your pipes
Stand proud in the wet
For the eyes of the world are upon you
God in his mercy has given us men
To lead us to peace but
They can’t bring an end
To the profit's that pay off
The lease on the land
We’re still sending them over the water
Seventeen years, Kelly is a man
Who stands on the street with
A gun in his hand
He’s protecting the pipers that
Play in the band
While the enemy wait's with an army
Dia le hÉireann, suckle the empire
Dia le hÉireann, suffer the loss
Of the green and the blue
While the media feeds
On the blood and the pain and the hatred
Father walks home on a colourless night
The organisation has blinded his sight
His wife and his kids are sleeping tonight
In the arms of sweet Jesus and Mary