The Other Side
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โฑ๏ธ 4:41 duration
๐ ID: 13338427
๐ Lyrics
Where John paints in Caribbean colours
And Tyrone boys dream of loving on the strand
Flowers heaped in gesture on the courthouse steps in Kerry
And we trampled on the outstretched hand
Roman posters on the wall outside the graveyard
"No Divorce" is all they say
I saw a little sister of mercy
Invoke the wrath of God on polling day
Oh, the island
Where Tyrone boys dream of loving on the strand
Oh, the island
Where we trampled on the outstretched hand
The lady sends squaddies on the water
Geordie, don't be afraid to die
In blackened face he dreams of his darling, bairns and hinny
On the watchtower overlooking Aughnacloy
In Long Kesh the Tyrone boys are dreaming
Of making love upon the strand some day
On the news a mid-atlantic accent
Bullet has taken Julie Livingstone away
Oh, the island
Where Tyrone boys dream of loving on the strand
Oh, the island
Where we trampled on the outstretched hand
When the king came down to see his people
He took a soldier by the hand
With his eyes averted from the Gloucester diamond
To comfort those who occupy the land
High above the clouds a promised heaven
On the street, a confused and homeless child
While men in black declare a social order
Frightened women sail to the other side
Oh, the island
Where Tyrone boys dreamed of loving on the strand
Oh, the island
Where we trampled on the outstretched hand
All the young ones are leaving the island
Out the door, down the steps around the side
Unwanted they file through departure lounges
Like deportees dispersing far and wide
To the distance sounds of cricket in Cloughjordan
And the gentle clack of croquet on the lawn
Our children shackled by illegal status
Hold their heads down behind the Brooklyn wall
Oh, the island
Where Tyrone boys dreamed of loving on the strand
Oh, the island
Where we trampled on the outstretched hand
And Tyrone boys dream of loving on the strand
Flowers heaped in gesture on the courthouse steps in Kerry
And we trampled on the outstretched hand
Roman posters on the wall outside the graveyard
"No Divorce" is all they say
I saw a little sister of mercy
Invoke the wrath of God on polling day
Oh, the island
Where Tyrone boys dream of loving on the strand
Oh, the island
Where we trampled on the outstretched hand
The lady sends squaddies on the water
Geordie, don't be afraid to die
In blackened face he dreams of his darling, bairns and hinny
On the watchtower overlooking Aughnacloy
In Long Kesh the Tyrone boys are dreaming
Of making love upon the strand some day
On the news a mid-atlantic accent
Bullet has taken Julie Livingstone away
Oh, the island
Where Tyrone boys dream of loving on the strand
Oh, the island
Where we trampled on the outstretched hand
When the king came down to see his people
He took a soldier by the hand
With his eyes averted from the Gloucester diamond
To comfort those who occupy the land
High above the clouds a promised heaven
On the street, a confused and homeless child
While men in black declare a social order
Frightened women sail to the other side
Oh, the island
Where Tyrone boys dreamed of loving on the strand
Oh, the island
Where we trampled on the outstretched hand
All the young ones are leaving the island
Out the door, down the steps around the side
Unwanted they file through departure lounges
Like deportees dispersing far and wide
To the distance sounds of cricket in Cloughjordan
And the gentle clack of croquet on the lawn
Our children shackled by illegal status
Hold their heads down behind the Brooklyn wall
Oh, the island
Where Tyrone boys dreamed of loving on the strand
Oh, the island
Where we trampled on the outstretched hand
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:15.14] Where John paints in Caribbean colours
[00:19.61] And Tyrone boys dream of loving on the strand
[00:25.35] Flowers heaped in gesture on the courthouse steps in Kerry
[00:29.88] And we trampled on the outstretched hand
[00:34.43] Roman posters on the wall outside the graveyard
[00:40.67] "No Divorce" is all they say
[00:44.65] I saw a little sister of mercy
[00:49.69] Invoke the wrath of God on polling day
[00:54.82] Oh, the island
[00:59.16] Where Tyrone boys dream of loving on the strand
[01:04.78] Oh, the island
[01:09.35] Where we trampled on the outstretched hand
[01:14.47]
[01:16.96] The lady sends squaddies on the water
[01:22.20] Geordie, don't be afraid to die
[01:26.77] In blackened face he dreams of his darling, bairns and hinny
[01:31.63] On the watchtower overlooking Aughnacloy
[01:36.60] In Long Kesh the Tyrone boys are dreaming
[01:41.47] Of making love upon the strand some day
[01:47.45] On the news a mid-atlantic accent
[01:51.12] Bullet has taken Julie Livingstone away
[01:56.60] Oh, the island
[02:00.95] Where Tyrone boys dream of loving on the strand
[02:06.51] Oh, the island
[02:11.17] Where we trampled on the outstretched hand
[02:18.31] When the king came down to see his people
[02:23.56] He took a soldier by the hand
[02:28.19] With his eyes averted from the Gloucester diamond
[02:33.50] To comfort those who occupy the land
[02:38.68] High above the clouds a promised heaven
[02:43.00] On the street, a confused and homeless child
[02:48.23] While men in black declare a social order
[02:52.81] Frightened women sail to the other side
[02:58.41] Oh, the island
[03:02.78] Where Tyrone boys dreamed of loving on the strand
[03:08.30] Oh, the island
[03:12.95] Where we trampled on the outstretched hand
[03:18.07]
[03:20.15] All the young ones are leaving the island
[03:25.15] Out the door, down the steps around the side
[03:30.35] Unwanted they file through departure lounges
[03:35.28] Like deportees dispersing far and wide
[03:39.82] To the distance sounds of cricket in Cloughjordan
[03:44.82] And the gentle clack of croquet on the lawn
[03:50.03] Our children shackled by illegal status
[03:54.68] Hold their heads down behind the Brooklyn wall
[04:00.33] Oh, the island
[04:04.60] Where Tyrone boys dreamed of loving on the strand
[04:10.22] Oh, the island
[04:14.73] Where we trampled on the outstretched hand
[04:17.85]
[00:19.61] And Tyrone boys dream of loving on the strand
[00:25.35] Flowers heaped in gesture on the courthouse steps in Kerry
[00:29.88] And we trampled on the outstretched hand
[00:34.43] Roman posters on the wall outside the graveyard
[00:40.67] "No Divorce" is all they say
[00:44.65] I saw a little sister of mercy
[00:49.69] Invoke the wrath of God on polling day
[00:54.82] Oh, the island
[00:59.16] Where Tyrone boys dream of loving on the strand
[01:04.78] Oh, the island
[01:09.35] Where we trampled on the outstretched hand
[01:14.47]
[01:16.96] The lady sends squaddies on the water
[01:22.20] Geordie, don't be afraid to die
[01:26.77] In blackened face he dreams of his darling, bairns and hinny
[01:31.63] On the watchtower overlooking Aughnacloy
[01:36.60] In Long Kesh the Tyrone boys are dreaming
[01:41.47] Of making love upon the strand some day
[01:47.45] On the news a mid-atlantic accent
[01:51.12] Bullet has taken Julie Livingstone away
[01:56.60] Oh, the island
[02:00.95] Where Tyrone boys dream of loving on the strand
[02:06.51] Oh, the island
[02:11.17] Where we trampled on the outstretched hand
[02:18.31] When the king came down to see his people
[02:23.56] He took a soldier by the hand
[02:28.19] With his eyes averted from the Gloucester diamond
[02:33.50] To comfort those who occupy the land
[02:38.68] High above the clouds a promised heaven
[02:43.00] On the street, a confused and homeless child
[02:48.23] While men in black declare a social order
[02:52.81] Frightened women sail to the other side
[02:58.41] Oh, the island
[03:02.78] Where Tyrone boys dreamed of loving on the strand
[03:08.30] Oh, the island
[03:12.95] Where we trampled on the outstretched hand
[03:18.07]
[03:20.15] All the young ones are leaving the island
[03:25.15] Out the door, down the steps around the side
[03:30.35] Unwanted they file through departure lounges
[03:35.28] Like deportees dispersing far and wide
[03:39.82] To the distance sounds of cricket in Cloughjordan
[03:44.82] And the gentle clack of croquet on the lawn
[03:50.03] Our children shackled by illegal status
[03:54.68] Hold their heads down behind the Brooklyn wall
[04:00.33] Oh, the island
[04:04.60] Where Tyrone boys dreamed of loving on the strand
[04:10.22] Oh, the island
[04:14.73] Where we trampled on the outstretched hand
[04:17.85]