On this scared old hag
Graced by emerald and dirt
Surrounded by
Jagged crystal and sea
Bloodied young men
Fight to prove their worth
On the streets
Where I lay
Where saints and crooks
And devils they drink
Laugh and cry
Dance and sink
The sorrows of wasted
Years gone by
Till the taverns, they all
Run dry
Dancing ambers start to sell
The dark to the weary
From lanterns that drape
From the old town walls
At the bottom of
A glass there's beauty
Where true wisdom
Calls
So the songs they do say
To the devil's own shame
As we drink to our
Good health in vein
Throughout the night
These rivers they run
For preachers, poets
And kings
In uncertain realms
Amongst mortal folk
Lay tranquil calms
And jealous storms
Where pipers they play
With all their might
So that we may
Forgive
Tradesmen and tinkers
And pretty flower stall girls
Awake to dress
The market place
At day's first light
When we emerge
Stumbling from
The cells
This golden dew
My faithful sickness
This poison it has
A hold of me
Younger men
May fight its charm
But I'm too old
For war
Dan Jordan - Ode to Love, These Wasted Years Lyrics
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On this scared old hag
Graced by emerald and dirt
Surrounded by
Jagged crystal and sea
Bloodied young men
Fight to prove their worth
On the streets
Where I lay
Where saints and crooks
And devils they drink
Laugh and cry
Dance and sink
The sorrows of wasted
Years gone by
Till the taverns, they all
Run dry
Dancing ambers start to sell
The dark to the weary
From lanterns that drape
From the old town walls
At the bottom of
A glass there's beauty
Where true wisdom
Calls
So the songs they do say
To the devil's own shame
As we drink to our
Good health in vein
Throughout the night
These rivers they run
For preachers, poets
And kings
In uncertain realms
Amongst mortal folk
Lay tranquil calms
And jealous storms
Where pipers they play
With all their might
So that we may
Forgive
Tradesmen and tinkers
And pretty flower stall girls
Awake to dress
The market place
At day's first light
When we emerge
Stumbling from
The cells
This golden dew
My faithful sickness
This poison it has
A hold of me
Younger men
May fight its charm
But I'm too old
For war
Graced by emerald and dirt
Surrounded by
Jagged crystal and sea
Bloodied young men
Fight to prove their worth
On the streets
Where I lay
Where saints and crooks
And devils they drink
Laugh and cry
Dance and sink
The sorrows of wasted
Years gone by
Till the taverns, they all
Run dry
Dancing ambers start to sell
The dark to the weary
From lanterns that drape
From the old town walls
At the bottom of
A glass there's beauty
Where true wisdom
Calls
So the songs they do say
To the devil's own shame
As we drink to our
Good health in vein
Throughout the night
These rivers they run
For preachers, poets
And kings
In uncertain realms
Amongst mortal folk
Lay tranquil calms
And jealous storms
Where pipers they play
With all their might
So that we may
Forgive
Tradesmen and tinkers
And pretty flower stall girls
Awake to dress
The market place
At day's first light
When we emerge
Stumbling from
The cells
This golden dew
My faithful sickness
This poison it has
A hold of me
Younger men
May fight its charm
But I'm too old
For war
Writer: Rich Jordan
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