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help yourself - passing through lyrics

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well i was wounded at the door, i recalled an irish song
that my feather used to sing when he was young
it told of beauty and of grace, dublin ladies fair of face
summer beggars and the poor when i was wounded at the door

well i was hurting well inside, i watched a moth fly fast outside
and was surprised he didn’t strike a big sideline
then i wondered if the reason was just the silly season
and i should be asleep for just a while

there goes a light, just passing through
oh my lass, what shall we do?
there goes a light, just passing through
oh my lass, what shall we do?

so i accompany upon a song to which i could belong
it was a song my lover used to sing to me
it told of gardens and flowers, kissed you well with secret powers
led you home where it was warm and you could sleep

there goes a light, just passing through
oh my lass, what shall we do?
there goes a light, just passing through
oh my lass, what shall we do?

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