David Keenan - Good Old Days lyrics
[David Keenan - Good Old Days lyrics]
Won’t you meet me down
Down by Barrack Street
Where the sailors all come in
To greet their families
I heard an auld one speak of the emergency
Hiding coal under a baby in it's pram
That’s where my mother’s mother
Was raised on bread and butter
Mapping those streets in the
Creases of her palm
Father converged on the bars and prepared
For the coming of the glimmer man
We won’t shed no tears for the good old days
But for talk’s sake
We can mourn them in a song
And the truth be told
They’re what made us up i say god bless you
And bless all who belong to thee
Won’t you meet me down by
The pork factory houses
Where the bicycles are all
Traveling in unison
Where the latch is forever left on every door
Keep your eyes peeled for the
Peelers in the dark
We had love, not money
And to those that stung me
I would greet them all with
The tipping of my cap
So, let’s escape and go to a picture show
In the picture house where the
Navvies and the banshees roam
We won’t shed no tears for the good old days
But for talk’s sake
We can mourn them in a song
And the truth be told
They’re what made us up i say god bless you
And bless all who belong to thee
We won’t shed no tears for the good old days
But for talk’s sake
We can mourn them in a song
And the truth be told
They’re what made us up i say god bless you
And bless all who belong to thee
And bless all who belong to thee
And bless all who belong to thee
God bless all who belong to thee
We won’t shed no tears for the good old days
But for talk’s sake
We can mourn them in a song
And the truth be told
They’re what made us up i say god bless you
And bless all who belong to thee
And bless all who belong to thee
And bless all who belong to thee
God bless all who belong to thee
Down by Barrack Street
Where the sailors all come in
To greet their families
I heard an auld one speak of the emergency
Hiding coal under a baby in it's pram
That’s where my mother’s mother
Was raised on bread and butter
Mapping those streets in the
Creases of her palm
Father converged on the bars and prepared
For the coming of the glimmer man
We won’t shed no tears for the good old days
But for talk’s sake
We can mourn them in a song
And the truth be told
They’re what made us up i say god bless you
And bless all who belong to thee
Won’t you meet me down by
The pork factory houses
Where the bicycles are all
Traveling in unison
Where the latch is forever left on every door
Keep your eyes peeled for the
Peelers in the dark
We had love, not money
And to those that stung me
I would greet them all with
The tipping of my cap
So, let’s escape and go to a picture show
In the picture house where the
Navvies and the banshees roam
We won’t shed no tears for the good old days
But for talk’s sake
We can mourn them in a song
And the truth be told
They’re what made us up i say god bless you
And bless all who belong to thee
We won’t shed no tears for the good old days
But for talk’s sake
We can mourn them in a song
And the truth be told
They’re what made us up i say god bless you
And bless all who belong to thee
And bless all who belong to thee
And bless all who belong to thee
God bless all who belong to thee
We won’t shed no tears for the good old days
But for talk’s sake
We can mourn them in a song
And the truth be told
They’re what made us up i say god bless you
And bless all who belong to thee
And bless all who belong to thee
And bless all who belong to thee
God bless all who belong to thee