Mark T. CurrierThe Lassie Knows Folk/Acoustic Rock/Americana

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Written by - Patty Frey and M. Currier

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. x