Rufus Wainwright

Danny Boy

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Your skin is cold,
But the sun shines within your hold
Your hair is gold, but you see through a goldfish bowl
I feel old, sick and tired
We walk the streets, gently staring, wondering what to do
The sun in sheets, pouring down those streets to eyes green and blue
And a ship with eight sails could come 'round the bend
Or a herd of bulls charging stop lights red
I'd be blind

[Chorus]
You broke my heart Danny Boy
Not your fault Danny Boy

I was hanged at the doorstep, played like a two to a four set
Had like poor Job in the bible, by God
Day comes, I wake, I wake with a hard heartache
I go down to your place
We sit and chat, chat about New York and trips to the bayou
My smile a trick, tricking me and trying not to scare you
And a ship with eight sails could come 'round the bend
Or a herd of bulls charging stop lights red
I'd be blind

[Chorus]

I was hanged at the doorstep, played like a two to a four set
Had like poor Job in the bible, by God
I was hanged at the doorstep, played like a two to a four set
Had like poor Job in the bible, by God

No, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no


Autor(es): Rufus Wainwright

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