Slainte Mhath lyrics

Artist  : Marillion 
Song : Slainte Mhath



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 (fish, steve rothery, mark kelly, pete trewavas,
ian mosley)

A hand held over a candle in angst fuelled
bravado
A carbon trail scores a moist stretched palm
Trapped in the indecision of another fine menu
And you sit there and ask me to tell you the
story so far
This is the story so far

Shuffling your memories dealing your doodles in
margins
You scrawl out your poems across a beermat or
two
And when you declare the point of grave creation
They turn round and you to tell them the story so
far
This is the story so far

And you listen with a tear in you eye
To their hopes and betrayals and your only reply
Is slàinte mhath

Princes in exile raising the standard drambuie
Parading their anecdotes tired from old
campaigns
Holding their own last orders commanding
attention
We sit here and listen to all of the story so
far
This is the story so far

Take it away
Take it away
Take it away
Take me away
Take me away
Take me away
Take me away
Take me away

From the dream on the barbed wire at flanders and
bilston glen
From a clydeside that rusts from the tears of
it’s broken men
From the realisation that all we’ve been left
behind
Is to stand like our fathers before us in the
firing line

Waiting on the whistle to blow
We stand here waiting on the whistle to blow
They promised us miracles, and the whistle still
blows
Broken promises but the whistle still blows
Waiting on the wistle to blow
We stand here waiting on the wistle to blow