(And you said)
"Way beyond the edge,
Past the dark and dreary window
ledge
There are many wild and wondrous
things
An Irish boy can do (if he
wants to) . . .
So you'd be best to take this
road instead
Remember what the gipsy woman
said
And you will surely find out
What the future has in store
for you
(And I said)
Take me away
'cos I'm graduating . . .
Make it today
I'm so tired of waiting
Soon through my very skin
signals started streaming
in . . .
Songs and stories
from a far and distant land.
And they came to me turn and
turn about
I only had to stretch my fingers
out
For me to see
the mystery at my command
Then one day you said,
these were only visions in
my head
And I would be a fool to think
that this could be reality,
And for a while you stopped
me in my tracks,
I almost made my mind up to
turn back,
In case your words
Might waken all the prisoners
inside of me
(But still I said)
Take me away,
'cos I'm graduating . . .
Make it today,
I'm so tired of waiting
Give this boy an inch,
this boy'll end up with a
mile
One day he might flinch -
The next day when you turn
around
He's flying!
watch him flying!
Once he sees the light
from underneath the door
There's no one can stop
This boy from coming back
for more
He's flying!
there's no denying!
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