Danny Schwarze

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(lyrics by W.B. Yeats and Danny Schwarze, music by Danny Schwarze, recorded by The Northerly Gales)

Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die
I lift my glass to my mouth
I look at you, and I sigh

As I sit here sipping on the whiskey in my glass
I think about the trials and the triumphs of our pasts
Were they all that different, the upsides and the downs?
I look at you and smile, then pour another round

'cuz wine comes in at the mouth 
And love comes in at the eye 
That's all we shall know for truth 
Before we grow old and die 
I lift my glass to my mouth 
I look at you, and I sigh

There's a method to the madness, or so we like to say
Order in the chaos moving through our days
At least, that's what we tell ourselves to keep us feeling fine
To fill the time between good company and wine

'cuz wine comes in at the mouth  
And love comes in at the eye  
That's all we shall know for truth  
Before we grow old and die  
I lift my glass to my mouth  
I look at you, and I sigh

The only thing that's certain in life is that it's not
We can't predict our futures, we cannot choose our lots
Instead of getting caught up in what may never be
Raise you glass and make a toast, a health to you and me

'cuz wine comes in at the mouth  
And love comes in at the eye  
That's all we shall know for truth  
Before we grow old and die  
I lift my glass to my mouth  
I look at you, and I sigh

(lyrics by W.B. Yeats, music by Danny Schwarze, recorded by The Northerly Gales)

When I play on my fiddle in Dooney
Folk dance like a wave of the sea
My cousin is priest in Kilvarnet
My brother in Moharabuiee
I passed my brother and cousin
They read in their books of prayer
I read in my book of songs
I bought at the Sligo fair

For the good are always the merry 
Save by an evil chance 
And the merry love the fiddle 
And the merry love to dance
Yes the merry love the fiddle  
And the merry love to dance

When we come at the end of time
To Peter sitting in state
He will smile on the three old spirits
But call me first through the gate
And when the folk there spy me
They will all come up to me
With "Here is the fiddler of Dooney!"
And dance like a wave of the sea

For the good are always the merry 
Save by an evil chance 
And the merry love the fiddle 
And the merry love to dance
Yes the merry love the fiddle  
And the merry love to dance

(recorded by The Northerly Gales)

What's goin' 'round is comin' 'round again
What's goin' 'round is comin' 'round again
Whatever you put out there is coming right back in the end
What's goin' 'round is comin' 'round again

When you've been hurt, you want to pay back in kind
When you've been hurt, you want to pay back in kind
But when you take an eye for an eye you leave the whole world blind
When you've been hurt, you want to pay back in kind

What's goin' 'round is comin' 'round again 
What's goin' 'round is comin' 'round again 
Whatever you put out there is coming right back in the end 
What's goin' 'round is comin' 'round again

When you see a wrong, you've got to make it right
When you see a wrong, you've got to make it right
You can't stand by and watch, you must take up the fight
When you see a wrong, you've got to make it right

What's goin' 'round is comin' 'round again  
What's goin' 'round is comin' 'round again  
Whatever you put out there is coming right back in the end  
What's goin' 'round is comin' 'round again