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THE LAKE ISLE OF INNISFREE (12" VERSION)

THE LAKE ISLE OF INNISFREE (12" VERSION)
James T. / Genre: Folk / Protest
THE LAKE ISLE OF INNISFREE (12" VERSION)
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The Lake Isle of Innisfree [] = echoed parts of the song V1: Oh, the justice court of nine is fixing all the laws, ‘Bout babies, guns and prayin’ and just what the feds will do, Things we lived with for so many years, now they say that it’s all wrong; Like fashion what [fashion what] was old again is new. Oh, the preacher men are saying "Don't love your neighbors any more Who weren't born into the white lands 'cause Jose might kill us dead," Though I still can't help but loving those on the wrong side of the border Forbidden to [forbidden to] share our daily bread Refrain: Yea, [yea], yea, [yea], I hear it in my deep heart's core Yea, [yea], yea, [yea], I hear it in my deep heart's core V2: I'll arise and I will go now, and I'll go to Innisfree, A small cabin I will build there, of clay and wattles made; Nine bean-rows will I plant there, oh, a hive for the honey-bee, And live alone [live alone] in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of morning to where the cricket sings; There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full [evening full] of the linnet’s wings. Refrain: V3: Oh, the Russian soldier Nikov told me he is gonna stay; And he likes the farming out west and he sows those fields with mines, So he’ll open up a scrapyard with the junk that comes his way To penny his pockets [penny his pockets] or drop a rusty dime. Oh, a beast bellows in the East; he ain't here to set us free Everyone knows he's a wicked man; though the church exalts him anyway He says "I ain't gonna die for you; rather you can die for me I'm a persecutor [persecutor], always been that way" Refrain: V4: I'll arise and I will go now, for always night and day I hear lakeside water lapping, making low sounds by the shore; While I stand here on the roadway, where all the pavements grey, I hear it in [I hear it in] the deep heart’s core. Outtro: In my deep heart's core In my deep heart's core
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