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« on: December 19, 2016, 02:38AM » |
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Yesterday, I had internal troubles because my mommy force-fed me with oatmeal, despite my speaking up to her. So, I come with this:
(Lisa Kelly and Órla Fallon playing the harp harmoniously)
Me (Kimberly AJ):
I feel crushed down with my waist pains
What is a special girl like me to do?
On the floor, I crawl weirdly as part time goes blue
"Enough", that's what I'll yell to my mom
And though I try to get cured by entertainment,
My dad would let me rest in the tub in my house
Painfully, I cry out words like "woe" and "grouse"
Can't we start again as the fragile Tom?
How life lived and how it shone,
But how soon the lights were gone
Chloë Agnew:
Don't fall into agony
I know your pain is unpleasant
When I arrive, I'll gently hold you
Like the angelic wings of a pheasant
Méav Ní Mhaolchatha:
And when I hear you have internal troubles
I'll let God know what's been wrong
Love is like a shield hooking into the field
You'll soon by soothed by the sacred song
Chloë & Méav:
A Thiarna, fanacht gar di (x4)
Me:
It's not just my tummy, but also my throat
More types of internal troubles start to bloat
Chloë:
Just hang in there
I've got a friendly care for you
Méav:
I'll sing even higher than a piccolo as I can
Chloë & Méav:
A Thiarna, fanacht gar di
Ní mór di a bheith go maith
A Thiarna, fanacht gar di
Ní mór di a bheith go maith
Me:
I wish my internal troubles would be forever banished
Chloë & Méav:
A Thiarna, fanacht gar di
Ní mór di a bheith go maith
A Thiarna, fanacht gar di
Ní mór di a bheith go maith
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