The Lottery from The Rivers by Pat LePoidevin

Pick up the pieces of this house
Fold them back for more
May all the wonders win
Darling, in this town
The day has come for the rallies
Around, yea, you’re jealous
Falling in a way now
Out of it, Ireland

Hey, check on the colour rising
Fall when the stones get thrown in
I don’t want to be around
Hey, check on the neighbour, won’t you?
Heaven, heaven is way down
We’re not far off from a war now
Burning with our freedom
As the lottery begins to set in

The dust won’t settle
Until you’re in the chorus
Pulling on the reigns
Of Old Man Warner

We’re constantly trying to find it
Freedom, wouldn’t you have guessed it?
Sailing on our way now
To a time without the limits
Sitting on our porch waiting
For the one who will call the names out
Falling in a way now
It’s over and done with

The dust won’t settle
Until you’re in the chorus
Pulling on the reigns
Of Old Man Warner

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