Weir - Killing Heidi

I woke today, and felt your side of bed The covers were still warm where you'd been layin' You were gone, my heart was filled with dread You might not be sleeping here again It's all right, 'cause I love you And that's not gonna change Run me round, make me hurt again and again But I'll still sing you love songs Written in the letters of your name And brave the storm to come For it surely looks like rain Did you ever waken to the sound of street cats making love And guess from their cries you were listening to a fight Well you know, hate's just the last thing they're thinking of They're only trying to make it through the night I only want to hold you, I don't want to tie you down Or fence you in the lines I might have drawn It's just that I have gotten used to having you around My landscape would be empty if you were gone It's all right, 'cause I love you That's not gonna change Run me round, make me hurt again and again But I'll still sing you love songs Written in the letters of your name And brave the storm to come For it surely looks like rain Whoa, looks like rain Turning grey and it sure do look like rain Whoa, surely looks like rain Oh, looks like rain Whole world turning grey and it looks like rain Oh, looks like rain Oh, here comes the rain Turning grey and it looks like rain

They say mother earth is breathing With each wave that finds the shore Her soul rises in the evening For to open twilight's door Her eyes are the stars in heaven Watching o'er us all the while And her heart it is in Ireland Deep within the Emerald Isle We are forty against hundreds In someone else's bloody war We know not why we're fighting Or what we're dying for They will storm us in the morning When the sunlight turns to sky Death is waiting for its dance now Fate has sentenced us to die Ireland I am coming home I can see your rolling fields of green And fences made of stone I am reaching out won't you take my hand I'm coming home Ireland Oh the captain he lay bleeding I can hear him calling me These men are yours now for the leading Show them to their destiny As I look up all around me I see the ragged tired and torn I tell them to make ready 'Cause we're not waiting for the morn Ireland I am coming home I can see your rolling fields of green And fences made of stone I am reaching out won't you take my hand I'm coming home Ireland Now the fog is deep and heavy As we forge the dark and fear We can hear their horses breathing As in silence we draw near There are no words to be spoken Just a look to say good-bye I draw a breath and night is broken As I scream our battle cry Ireland I am coming home I can see your rolling fields of green And fences made of stone I am reaching out won't you take my hand I'm coming home Ireland We were forty against hundreds