Croí8 - Tribal Rivers Lyrics

Transient drummers flood the street
The corrib playing underneat'
The tide
Knows its own
Enchanted beat

Sitting by the Claddagh's side
The jugglers playing far and wide
The tide
Knows its own
Distinguished pride

The views
Seem the same
But the visitors change
The tide
Knows its own
Eternal way

The crowds seem the same
But the artists change
The tide
Knows its own
Inventful way

Some - where
The tide is right
Some - how
The spirit stays a-live
So-ome whe-ere
The tide is right
So-ome ho-ow
The spirit stays alive
Woh-oh

Oh-woh-oh-woh-oh
Oh-woh-oh-woh-oh
Woh-oh-woh-oh
And wa... aters flow
(And wa... aters flow)
And wa.. aters flow
(And wa... aters flow)
And wa... aters flow
(And wa... aters flow)
And wa... aters flow
(And wa... aters flow)

The tide knows its own
The tide knows its own
The tide knows its own
And fills its home
(And fills its)
And fills its home
(And fills its)
And fills its home
(And fills its)
And fills its
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