Written by - Patty Frey and M. Currier
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fiogf49gjkf0d THE LASSIE KNOWS
Deep in the pocket of her apron
Hope holds a place in his heart.
Mist and saltwater divide those faces
The truth in his kiss tears them apart
The truth in his kiss tears them apart
Her friends drink whiskey before breakfast
They mock the star cross lovers theme
A pint of brown ale - one thousand toasts
Those Danny boys play second fiddle to her dreams
Those Danny boys play second fiddle to her dreams
In her arms his lullabies she sings
Unicorns whisper near her locks
Dragons and giants cannot be reached here
The moon’s sorrow is soothed by her talk
The moon’s sorrow is soothed by her talk
Fiddles and Celtic harps call to him
Token drinking songs at O’Neil’s Inn
Irish waltzes in fairy gardens
Caress oblivion through her golden hair
He remembers the truth in her kiss
He desires to cross her seas
He rides her dark horse over the waves
Toward the courtyard to possess her key
Toward the courtyard to possess her key
In her arms his lullabies she sings
Unicorns whisper near her locks
Dragons and giants cannot be reached here
The moon’s sorrow is soothed by her talk
Mist and saltwater divide those faces
The truth in his kiss tears them apart
The truth in his kiss tears them apart
Past the howls, the hounds and the highlands
Toward the courtyard to possess her key
Past the howls, the hounds and the highlands
Toward the courtyard to possess her key
Dragons and giants cannot be reached here
The moon’s sorrow is soothed by her talk
Dragons and giants cannot be reached here
The moon’s sorrow is soothed by her talk
The moon’s sorrow is soothed by her talk.
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