The book of love is long and boring No one can lift the damn thing It's full of charts and facts and figures And instructions for dancing But I, I love it when you read to me And you, you can read me anything The book of love has music in it In fact that's where music comes from Some of it is just transcendental Some of it is just really dumb But I, I love it when you sing to me And you, you can sing me anything The book of love is long and boring And written very long ago It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes And things we're all too young to know But I, I love it when you give me things And you, you ought to give me wedding rings I, I love it when you give me things And you, you ought to give me wedding rings

By a lonely prison wall I heard a young girl calling Michael, they have taken you away For you stole Trevelyn's corn So the young might see the morn As a prison ship lies waiting in the bay Low lie the fields of Athenry Where once we watched the small free birds fly Our love was on the wing we had dreams and songs to sing It's so lonely 'round the fields of Athenry By a lonely prison wall I heard a young man calling Nothing matters, Mary when you're free Against the famine and the Crown I rebelled, they cut me down Now you must raise our child with dignity Low lie the fields of Athenry Where once we watched the small free birds fly Our love was on the wing we had dreams and songs to sing It's so lonely 'round the fields of Athenry By a lonely harbor wall She watched the last star falling As that prison ship sailed out against the sky Sure she'll wait and hope and pray For her love in Botany Bay It's so lonely 'round the fields of Athenry Low lie the fields of Athenry Where once we watched the small free birds fly Our love was on the wing we had dreams and songs to sing It's so lonely 'round the fields of Athenry (x2) (Repeat last line)

Oh how do you do, young Willy McBride Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside And rest for a while 'neath the warm summer sun I've been walking all day, and I'm nearly done I see by your gravestone you were only nineteen When you joined the great fallen in 1916 I hope you died well And I hope you died clean Oh young Willy McBride, was is it slow and obscene Did they beat the drums slowly? Did they play the fife lowly? Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down? Did the band play the Last Post in chorus? Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest? And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind In some faithful heart is your memory enshrined Although you died back in 1916 In that faithful heart are you forever nineteen Or are you a stranger without even a name Enclosed then forever behind a glass pane In an old photograph torn, battered, and stained And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame Did they beat the drums slowly? Did they play the fife lowly? Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down? Did the band play the Last Post in chorus? Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest? The sun now shines o'er these green fields of France There's a warm summer breeze that makes the red poppies dance And look how the sun shines from under the clouds There's no gas, no barbed wire, there's no guns firing now But here in this graveyard it's still no man's land The countless white crosses stand mute in the sand To man's blind indifference to his fellow man To a whole generation that were butchered and damned Did they beat the drums slowly? Did they play the fife lowly? Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down? Did the band play the Last Post in chorus? Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest? Now young Willy McBride I cant help but wonder why Do those who lie here know why did they die? Did they believe when they answered the cause? Did they really believe that this war would end wars? For the sorrow, the suffering, the glory, the shame The killing and dying were all done in vain For young Willy McBride it all happened again And again, and again, and again, and again Did they beat the drums slowly? Did they play the fife lowly? Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down? Did the band play the Last Post in chorus? Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest? Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?

Our hero, our hero, claims a warriors heart I tell you, I tell you, the Dragonborn comes With a voice wielding power of the ancient nord arts Believe, believe, the Dragonborn comes It's an end to the evil of all Skyrim's foes Beware, beware, the Dragonborn comes For the darkness has passed, and the legend yet grows You'll know, you'll know, the Dragonborns come Dovahkiin, Dovahkiin Naal ok zin los vahriin Wah dein vokul mahfaeraak ahst vaal Ahrk fin norok paal graan Fod nust hon zindro zaan Dovahkiin, fah hin kogaan mu draal

Our hero, our hero, claims a warrior's heart I tell you, I tell you, the dragonborn comes With a voice wielding power of the ancient nord arts Believe, believe, the dragonborn comes It's an end to the evil of all Skyrim's foes Beware, beware, the Dragonborn comes For the darkness has passed, and the legendyet grows You'll know, you'll know, the dragonborn's come Dovahkiin, dovahkiin naal ok zin los vahriin Wah dein vokul mahfaeraak ahst vaal Ahrk fin norok paal graan fod nust hon zindro zaan Dovahkiin, fah hin kogaan mu draal Huzrah nu, kul do od Wah aan bok lingrah vod Ahrk fin tey, boziik fun Do fin gein Nuz aan sul, fent alok Fod fin vul dovah nok Fen kos nahlot mahfaeraak Ahrk ruz Paaz Keizaal fen kos stin nol Bein Alduin jot Dovahkiin, dovahkiin naal ok zin los vahriin Wah dein vokul mahfaeraak ahst vaal Ahrk fin norok paal graan fod nust hon zindro zaan Dovahkiin, fah hin kogaan mu draal

And who are you, the proud lord said That I must bow so low? Only a cat of a different coat That's all the truth I know In a coat of gold or a coat of red The lion still has claws And mine are long, and sharp, my lord As long and sharp as yours So he spoke, and so he spoke That lord of Castamere But now the rains weep o'er his hall With no one there to hear Yes now the rains weep o'er his hall With not a soul to hear So he spoke, and so he spoke That lord of Castamere But now the rains weep o'er his hall With no one there to hear Yes now the rains weep o'er his hall With not a soul to hear