| I met him in a Dublin bar
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| A sorcerer from Wichita
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| A wizard and his baby grand
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| A range of powers at his command
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| He summoned ghosts of lovers sleeping
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| And soldiers dying far from home
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| Like a stone into a well I fell beneath their spell
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| The songs of Danny Galway
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| Like a stone into a well I fell beneath their spell
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| The songs of Danny Galway
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| In words he paints a vivid scene
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| Of places you may not have been
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| Yet listen and you’re moved to swear
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| I know that house, I’ve climbed the stair
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| I’ve shared those overwhelming feelings
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| I’ve suffered loss, I’ve known such joy
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| Emotions we all know are burnished till they glow
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| In the songs of Danny Galway
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| His melodies inspired whims
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| His chord changes like Baptist hymns
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| He’ll lift your spirit till its soars
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| Till you forget that spirit’s yours
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| Sound and word in sweet communion
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| Echoes of a better world
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| Where chivalry’s not dead, go look for it instead
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| In the songs of Danny Galway
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| Chivalry’s not dead, go look for it instead
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| In the songs of Danny Galway
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| Something well and pure forever will endure
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| In the songs of Danny Galway |