Fiddlers Green - gearoid mccarthy

You can lose track from the moment You can find more than you seek You can go back for a moment You can let it all run free When there's no time to be different And no lie to repeat You can run back, if you listen You can lose track from the beat This is all that you got This is all that you got When I got back with an omen You'd given up on me And you stopped time for a moment To be everything you dream Don't start, babe I got you You're the only sound I see When I run back to forget you I run back to the beat You can go back Don't let anything go awry Yeah, well it hurts like Hurts like you got something in mind Ooh, you can run back You can get it right, you can turn back time Yeah, this is all that All that you can say with your eyes This is all that you got This is all that you got

I admit that in the past I've been a nasty They weren't kidding when they called me, well A witch But you'll find that nowadays I've mended all my ways Repented, seen the light and made a switch True? Yes And I fortunately know a little magic It's a talent that I always have possessed And here lately, please don't laugh I use it on behalf Of the miserable, lonely and depressed Pathetic Poor unfortunate souls In pain, in need This one longing to be thinner That one wants to get the girl And do I help them? Yes, indeed Those poor unfortunate souls So sad, so true They come flocking to my cauldron Crying, "Spells, Ursula, please!" And I help 'em? Yes, I do Now it's happened once or twice Someone couldn't pay the price And I'm afraid I had to rake 'em 'cross the coals Yes, I've had the odd complaint But on the whole I've been a saint To those poor unfortunate souls, ah (So here's the deal) (I'll whip up a little potion to make you human for three days) (Got that? Three days) (Before the sun sets on the third day, you and princey must share a kiss) (And not just any kiss: the kiss of true love) (If you do, you will remain human permanently) (But if you don't, you'll turn back into a mermaid, and you belong to me) (We got a deal?) (I don't know) (Life's full of tough choices, in'it?) (No, this is wrong. I can't do this) (Fine then, forget about the world above) (Go back home to daddy and never leave again) Come on You poor unfortunate soul Go ahead! Make your choice I'm a very busy woman and I haven't got all day It won't cost much Just your voice You poor unfortunate soul It's sad, but true If you want to cross the bridge, my sweet, you've got to pay the toll Pluck a scale from off your tail A drop of blood inside the bowl! Flotsam, Jetsam, now I've got her, boys The boss is on a roll! This poor unfortunate soul! Beluga! Sevruga! Come, winds of the Caspian Sea! Amnesia, glossitis et max laryngitis, la voce to me! Now sing! Keep singing!