Song from the End of the World

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The Waterboys - Pop

Song from the End of the World

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Here is the smell of seafood pie A broken tower on the open sky A chain of islands rolling west In sight of the house where we are guests A rambling old river twists through the fields Ancient names imprinted on shields Gifts arrive for a baby girl Born a queen at the end of the world Furious music from an open door The sound of feet beating on a stone floor Always the wind, always the form Of an Elder God, hooved and horned The head of the mountain lost in a cloud A country woman, soft and proud Into the bay the horses swirl For we come to the sea at the end of the world

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  • Mike Scott (SCO)