SHOREBOUND LYRICS 

KINDNESS 
Words & Music by Ben Glover 

May you know goodness 
May you know peace 
May you know contentment 
May you be at ease 
May the road before you 
Be soft beneath your feet 

More than all  
May this be true  
May you know kindness 
May kindness know you 

May you be without anger 
May you be without hate 
May you be without jealousy 
May you be without shame 
If the world gets lost in sadness 
May you find a prayer of hope  

More than all  
May this be true  
May you know kindness 
May kindness know you 

Even the beauty  
Even the pain 
Will rise up  
And fall away 

May you be with loved ones 
Who hear and see what you feel 
May those you trust 
Be honest and real  
May your feet follow  
Where your heart dares to go 

More than all  
May this be true  
May you know kindness 
May kindness know you 

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THE EMIGRANT LYRICS 

 

THE PARTING GLASS  
(Traditional/Arrangement Ben Glover) 

Of all the money that e'er I spent 
I've spent it in good company 
And all the harm that ever I did 
Alas it was to none but me 
And all I've done for want of wit 
To memory now I can't recall 
So fill to me the parting glass 
Good night and joy be with you all 

If I had money enough to spend 
And leisure to sit awhile 
There is a fair maid in the town 
That sorely has my heart beguiled 
Her rosy cheeks and ruby lips 
I own she has my heart enthralled 
So fill to me the parting glass 
Good night and joy be with you all 

Oh, all the comrades that e'er I had 
They're sorry for my going away 
And all the sweethearts that e'er I had 
They'd wish me one more day to stay 
But since it falls unto my lot 
That I should rise and you should not 
I'll gently rise and softly call 
Good night and joy be with you all


A SONG OF HOME
(Words and music by Ben Glover/Tony Kerr)

See the mountains fall and the rivers rise
Where the winter snow burns the strongest eye
The siren winds stirs me to the bone
I'll sing, I'll sing, I'll sing, I'll sing a song of home

Feel a northern rage crashing on the shore
Where the loved and lost yearn forever more
And the falling star will lead us all to our own
Then we'll sing, we'll sing, we'll sing, we'll sing a song of home

There's a lullaby don't cry, baby don't cry, don't cry
Some ancient chord will find us, bind us, you and I
 
See the mountains fall and the rivers rise
Where the winter snow burns the strongest eye
There's a siren wind stirring me to the bone
We'll sing, we'll sing, we'll sing, we'll sing a song of home


THE EMIGRANT 
(Words and music by Ben Glover/Gretchen Peters) 

The lonliness of the emigrant 
Is like nothing else I've ever felt 
To be cut loose from all you knew 
Beyond the pale, beyond the blue 

Home's a long unanswered prayer  
Out of reach but always there   
The restlessness, the discontent  
That's the curse of the emigrant 

The winding road, the open door 
The constant pull of another shore  
Sometimes I fear I'll find no peace 
Til my wayward soul finds its release  

It's in my bones it's my blood 
This dream of home as it never was 
Where the hills fall upon the coast 
My heart wanders there the most 

The lonliness of the emigrant 
Is like nothing else I've ever felt 
The restlessness, the discontent  
That's the curse of the emigrant

 

MOONSHINER 
(Traditional/Arrangement by Ben Glover) 

I've been a moonshiner 
For seventeen long years 
And I spent all my money 
On whiskey and beer 
And I go to some hollow 
And set up my still 
If the whiskey won't kill me 
I don't know what will 

I go to some bar room 
And drink with my friends 
Where the women they can't follow 
To see what I spend 
God bless those pretty women 
I wish they was mine 
Their breaths as sweet as 
The dew on the vine 

Let me eat when I'm hungry 
Let me drink when I'm dry 
Give me a dollar when I'm hard up 
Religion when I die 
Cause the whole world is a bottle 
And life is but a dram 
When the bottle gets empty 
It sure ain't worth a damn


FROM CLARE TO HERE 
(Words and music by Ralph McTell) 

There's four who share this room as we work hard for the craic 
And getting up late on Sundays I never get to Mass 
It's a long long way from Clare to here 
It’s a long long way from Clare to here 

When Friday comes around we’re only into fighting 
My mother would like a letter home but I'm too tired for writing 
It's a long long way from Clare to here 
It’s a long long way from Clare to here 

It almost breaks my heart when I think of Josephine 
I told her I'd be coming back with my pockets full of green 
It's a long long way from Clare to here 
It’s a long long way from Clare to here 
Oh it’s a long long way it’s gets further by the day 
It’s a long long way from Clare to here 

The only time I feel alright is when I'm into drinking 
It sort of eases the pain a bit and levels out my thinking 
It's a long long way from Clare to here 
It’s a long long way from Clare to here 
Oh it’s a long long way it’s gets further by the day 
It’s a long long way from Clare to here 

I sometimes hear a piper play, maybe it's a notion  
I dream I see white horses dance out on the ocean


HEART IN MY HAND 
(Words and music by Ben Glover/Mary Gauthier) 

Heart in my hand, untethered and free 
Wind at my back, sky at my feet 
Harbour lights fade into dark waters deep 
I'm somewhere between awake and asleep 

Chorus: 
Sacred the crossing, sacred the fear 
Heart in my hand, heart in my hand 
Sacred the longing, sacred the tears 
Heart in my hand, heart in my hand 
Heart in my hand 

White horses dance ahead and behind 
Galleons of ghosts drift outside of time 
Out on the edge of all that I know 
Leaving is nothing but letting go 

Chorus: 
Sacred the crossing, sacred the fear 
Heart in my hand, heart in my hand 
Sacred the longing, sacred the tears 
Heart in my hand, heart in my hand 
Sacred the sailor who gives his heart to the sea 
Heart in my hand, Heart in my hand



THE AULD TRIANGLE  
(Brendan Behan) 

A hungry feeling  
Came o'er me stealing  
And the mice were squealing  
In my prison cell  
And the auld triangle went jingle-jangle  
All along the banks of the Royal Canal  

To begin the morning  
The warden howling  
"Get up out of bed, you! And clean up your cell!"  
And the auld triangle went jingle-jangle  
All along the banks of the Royal Canal  

On a fine Spring evening  
The lag lay dreaming  
And the sea-gulls were squealing 
High above the wall  
And the auld triangle went jingle-jangle  
All along the banks of the Royal Canal  

Oh the day was dying 
And the wind was sighing  
As I lay crying  
In my prison cell  
And the auld triangle went jingle jangle  
All along the banks of the Royal Canal  

Oh the screw was peeping  
As the lag lay sleeping  
And he was dreaming 
Of his girl Sal  
And the auld triangle went jingle-jangle  
All along the banks of the Royal Canal  

In the female prison  
There are seventy two women  
And I wish it was with them  
That I did dwell  
And the auld triangle went jingle-jangle  
All along the banks of the Royal Canal 
All along the banks of the Royal Canal



DREAMERS, STRANGERS, PILGRIMS 
(Words and music by Ben Glover) 

For the dreamers, for the strangers, for the pilgrims know the cost 
May they wander, may they ramble, may they never be lost



AND THE BAND PLAYED WALTZING MATILDA 
(Words and music by Eric Bogle) 

When I was a young man I carried my pack 
And I lived the free life of a rover 
From the Murrays green basin to the dusty outback 
I waltzed my Matilda all over 
Then in nineteen fifteen my country said Son 
It's time to stop rambling 'cause there's work to be done 
So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun 
And they sent me away to the war 

And the band played Waltzing Matilda 
As we sailed away from the quay 
And amidst all the tears and the shouts and the cheers 
We sailed off to Gallipoli 

How well I remember that terrible day 
How the blood stained the sand and the water 
And how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay 
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter 
Johnny Turk he was ready, he primed himself well 
He chased us with bullets, he rained us with shells 
And in five minutes flat he'd blown us all to hell 
Nearly blew us right back to Australia 

But the band played Waltzing Matilda 
As we stopped to bury our slain 
We buried ours and the Turks buried theirs 
Then we started all over again 

Now those that were left, well we tried to survive 
In a mad world of blood, death and fire 
And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive 
But around me the corpses piled higher 
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head 
And when I woke up in my hospital bed 
And saw what it had done, I wished I was dead 
Never knew there were worse things than dying 

For no more I'll go waltzing Matilda 
All around the green bush far and near 
For to hump tent and pegs, a man needs two legs 
No more waltzing Matilda for me 

So they collected the cripples, the wounded, the maimed 
And they shipped us back home to Australia 
The armless, the legless, the blind, the insane 
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla 
And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay 
I looked at the place where my legs used to be 
And thank Christ there was nobody waiting for me 
To grieve and to mourn and to pity 

And the band played Waltzing Matilda 
As they carried us down the gangway 
But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared 
Then turned all their faces away 

And now every April I sit on my porch 
And I watch the parade pass before me 
And I watch my old comrades, how proudly they march 
Reliving old dreams of past glory 
And the old men march slowly, all bent, stiff and sore 
The forgotten heroes from a forgotten war 
And the young people ask, "What are they marching for?" 
And I ask myself the same question 

And the band plays Waltzing Matilda 
And the old men answer to the call 
But year after year their numbers get fewer 
Some day no one will march there at all 
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda 
Who'll come a waltzing Matilda with me 
And their ghosts may be heard as you pass the Billabong 
Who'll come-a-waltzing Matilda with me?



THE GREEN GLENS OF ANTRIM 
(Traditional/Arrangement by Ben Glover) 

Far across yonder blue lies a true fairy land 
With the sea rippling over the shingle and sand 
Where the gay honeysuckle is luring the bee 
And the green glens of Antrim are calling to me 

Soon I hope to return to my sweet Glenarm 
It’s the one place for me that still has its charm 
I know every stone, I recall every tree 
Where the green glens of Antrim are welcoming me 

Sure if only you knew how the lamp of the moon 
Turns a blue Irish bay to a silver lagoon 
You'd imagine the picture of heaven to be 
Where the green glens of Antrim are calling to me 

I would halt at a cabin close down by the shore 
And I’d knock with my heart on that wee cabin 
While the sun showered gold on the lap of the sea 
And the green glens of Antrim are calling to me 

Sure if only you knew how the lamp of the moon 
Turns a blue Irish bay to a silver lagoon 
You'd imagine the picture of heaven it would be 
Where the green glens of Antrim are calling to me 

Now I’d be where the people are so warm and so kind 
And among them the one who has been on my mind 
And I'd pray that the world would in peace let me be 
Where the green glens of Antrim are heaven to me 
Where the green glens of Antrim are heaven to me

ATLANTIC LYRICS 

This World Is A Dangerous Place
Written by Ben Glover & Rod Picott (From the album ATLANTIC)


Fire on the water
Nails in the road
Dogs in the distance
A lie somebody told

This world is a dangerous place
This world is a dangerous place

Bottle on the floorboard
Gasoline in the air
Sundress torn and tattered
Long forgotten prayers

If you walk out on the wire you may fall
Go spinning through the darkness
You might never land at all

This world is a dangerous place
This world is a dangerous place
This world is a dangerous place
This world is a dangerous place

In a motel room she lit a cigarette
I watched her smoked it down to the end
Outside the rain was falling like the damn rain might
Never get to fall again 

 

Oh Soul
Written by Ben Glover & Mary Gauthier. (From the album ATLANTIC)

Black clouds blow ‘cross a blustery sky
Black clouds blow ‘cross a blustery sky
South of Highway 7 all alone crying
Oh soul I sold you away

When you sell your soul it opens a deep dark hole
When you sell your soul it opens a deep dark hole
Drink'll leave you thirsty, fire will leave you cold
Oh soul I sold you away

Oh my soul I sold you away
Oh my soul I sold you away
Oh my soul I sold you away
Oh soul I sold you away

It started with desire’s sweet soft kiss
It started with desire’s sweet soft kiss
It ended in an alley with my face against a fist
Oh soul I sold you away

Oh my soul...

Redemption redemption return my soul to me
Redemption redemption return my soul to me
A body’s but a prison when your soul’s a refugee
Oh soul I sold you away

Oh my soul..

I’m going down to Greenwood to get down on my knees
Going down to Greenwood to get down on my knees
By Robert Johnson’s grave pray my soul back to me
Oh soul I sold you away

Oh my soul... 

 

Too Long Gone

Written by Ben Glover & Mary Gauthier (From the album ATLANTIC)

Clouds roll in gun smoke grey
Thunder in the distance headed this way
Squirrel hole in the roof, hear ‘em scream 'n’ fight
Saw a snake crawling out of that hole last night
Oh, oh, oh, oh

I’ve been frozen like a ghost in chains 

Snakes in the attic, rocks in the rain
I knew I couldn’t trust you when I let you in my home
Any fool can see that I been gone too long


Been too long gone, too long gone
Been too long gone, too long gone
Been too long gone, too long gone
Been too long gone, all I know is I been gone too long


Shoulda said what I was thinking, shoulda seen the things I saw
Shoulda never let you steal from me, should a’ called the law
There's poison in the whiskey, weakness in the strong
Violence in the silence, I been gone too gone

Been too long gone, too long gone
Been too long gone, too long gone
Been too long gone, too long gone
Been too long gone, all I know is I been gone too long

 

 

 

True Love's Breaking My Heart

Written by Ben Glover & Neilson Hubbard (From the album ATLANTIC)

True love’s breaking my heart
True love’s breaking my heart
I thought it was nothin' but that nothin' is breaking my heart

She crept up so quiet she did
She crept up so quiet she did
Without a warning she crept up so quiet she did

Better watch where I'm stepping
Cause I'm stepping right into a hole
Better be careful or it'll be too late 'fore I know

I was doing just fine before
I was doing just fine before
Not thinking bout no one I was doing just fine before


Better watch where I'm stepping
Cause I'm stepping right into a hole
Better be careful or it'll be too late 'fore I know

I rambled those highways for sure
I rambled those highways for sure
Then that good girl got me, she got me for sure

True love’s breaking my heart
True love’s breaking my heart
I thought it was nothin' but that nothin's breaking my heart
Yeah, I thought it was nothin' but that nothin's breaking my heart

 

Prisoner

Written by Ben Glover & Neilson Hubbard (From the album ATLANTIC)

She, she told me
She hid the gun in the potter's field
Covered it in delta mud
Underneath the pecan tree
She drew a map
On my hand with a red ink pen
Said 'Meet me here in the parking lot
Don’t say a word, I swear to God’

Oh my lord oh my lord....
Forgive me
Oh my lord oh my lord...
I'm a prisoner of my history

Drive, like a hurricane
Down 61, don't look back
Thunder in the blood
Lightning on the track
Past Hollandale
And Rolling Fork to that roadway inn
Worn out like a suitcase
Couldn't pack enough to save my skin

Oh my lord oh my lord....
Forgive me
Oh my lord oh my lord...
I'm a prisoner of my history

Sirens on Main Street
Outside the room while she sleeps
Crushed like a dixie cup
Are the promises I can't keep 

Oh my lord oh my lord....
Forgive me
Oh my lord oh my lord...
I'm a prisoner of my history

 

 

 

Blackbirds
Written by Ben Glover & Gretchen Peters (From the album ATLANTIC)


The blackbirds came at dusk and they roosted in the cane
Raised such a ruckus that it shook my windowpane
And I'm covered up in dirt and I stink of kerosene
No matter what I do I can't get clean

Last thing I remember was your footsteps in the hall
Whiskey in your voice and a shotgun on the wall
Now there's shadows in the shadows, there’s trouble in the cane
There's things you do that you just can't explain

Chorus:
Uneasy lies the head, unfaithful is the heart
Ungrateful and unlucky and untrue
And no one saw me coming, and no one saw me go
Only the blackbirds and you

Come harvest in the cane fields the sky turns black with smoke
So you took our father’s gun and a heavy piece of rope
I left you lying there like rotten fruit upon the ground
I lit a torch and burned the whole thing down

Chorus

Our father was a farmer he planted fields of cane
He planted seeds of evil, we harvested the shame
I’m the last one standing there’s no one left to tell
When it’s my time I’ll see you both in hell 

 

The Mississippi Turns Blue

Written by Ben Glover & Gretchen Peters (From the album ATLANTIC)

Heartbeats, back streets
Cool between your linen sheets
Pull me down on clouds of white
Curtains of calico
Honey let's just keep 'em closed
You're going to make me curse the morning light

Whoaa-ooh
Whoaa-ooh
There's nothing I'd rather do
Than to lay right here with you
Til the moon turns gold
And the Mississippi turns blue

River, highway
Always had my getaway
Girl they just don’t call me like before
Sun's up I don't care
Just hold me in your easy chair
Honey gonna leave my boots by the door

Whoaa-ooh
Whoaa-ooh
And there's nothing I'd rather do
Than to lay right here with you
Til the moon turns gold
And the Mississippi turns blue

Whoaa-ooh
Whoaa-ooh
There's nothing I'd rather do
Than to lay right here with you
Til the moon turns gold
And the Mississippi turns blue

 

 

Take And Pay

Written by Ben Glover & Mary Gauthier (From the album ATLANTIC)

Babylon and Sodom fell, Judas ended up in hell
I traded my truth for lies
Dry bones, ash and stone, wasteland, all alone
I lay under a greasy sky
Hog-tied to a crutch, tangled up, out of touch
Crippled by desire
Seduced by debauchery, thinking I was getting free
The beast howled from the fire

Take and pay
Take and pay

I've seen barbed wire behind grins, blood on the back steps
Vanity, deceit and death
I feasted in that wilderness till I had nothing left
Buzzards blackened up my breath
Played shell games, talked low, in the penthouse on skid row
Saw serpents swinging from the trees
Til I woke up in free fall, now I’m learning how to crawl
And work my way back to my knees

Take and pay
Take and pay


I grew tired of hearing my own moans,
We all come from broken homes
Covered scars, regrets and dust
My greed and pride burned a hole
Lust devoured my soul
I couldn't bear the light of love
I sung my victim’s song, got all puffed up with right and wrong
As my eyes and my heart grew dim
If the devil did exist and we gave him just one wish
He’d want us to feel sorry for him 

Take and pay
Take and pay

 



How Much Longer Can We Bend?

Written by Ben Glover & Neilson Hubbard (From the album ATLANTIC)

Holy water, August Sunday
I say a prayer for you
Lost in Memphis neath the wreckage of a
Broken city flu

How long can we live with our mistakes?
How long can we scream each others name?
How long if we aint got what it takes?
How much longer can we bend before we break?

Weeds cracking through the pavement
I try to catch my breath
Along the banks the smell of the river
heavy like our steps

How long can we live with our regret?
How long til these horses come to rest?
How long if we aint got what it takes?
How much longer can we bend before we break?

Bridge:
Hold me close into this night
While the streets and stars collide
We only have these seconds now
To live, to love, to fight

Perfect strangers wait together
Taxi’s coming soon


How long can we live with our mistakes?
How long can we scream each others name?
How long if we aint got what it takes?
How much longer can we bend before we break?
How much longer can we bend before we break?
How much longer can we bend before we break? 

 


Sing A Song Boys

Written by Ben Glover & Neilson Hubbard (From the album ATLANTIC)

Sing a song boys, sing a song boys I'm coming home
Sing a song boys, sing a song boys sing I won't be long
Storm is passing, water's calm
Sing a song boys, sing a song boys I'm coming home

Oh my sister, oh my sister I'm coming home
Oh my sister, oh my sister I won't be long
Hold you up in my arms
Oh my sister, oh my sister I'm coming home

Lay me down upon the shore
Bury me in hallowed soil

We'll be together, we'll be together I'm coming home
We'll be together, we'll be together I won't be long
Let the fire burn into the dawn
We'll be together, we'll be together I'm coming home


Lay me down upon the shore
Bury me in hallowed soil

No more tears Ma, no more tears Ma I'm coming home
No more worries Da, no more worries Da I won't be long
Children laughing, the birds have flown
No more tears Ma, no more tears Ma I'm coming home

I’m coming home boys
Sing a song boys, sing a song boys I'm coming home
Sing a song boys, sing a song boys I'm coming home
Sing a song boys, sing a song boys I'm coming home
Sing a song boys, sing a song boys I'm coming home 

 


New Years Day

Written by Ben Glover & Neilson Hubbard (From the album ATLANTIC)

The New Year’s fireworks
Cracking in the distance
You lie sleeping
Beside me dreaming
New Years Day has come

New Year’s Parade
Marching on the TV
You lie smiling
Beside me waking
New Years Day has come

Hallelujah

New Years black dress 
Hanging off the mattress
You lie quiet
Naked and silent
New Year's Day has come 

Hallelujah