Words and music by Katell Keineg
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If you could fill a veil with shells from Killiney's shore
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And sweet talk in a tongue that is no more
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And if wishful thoughts could bridge The Gulf of Araby
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Between what is, what is, what is
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And what can never be
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If you could hold the frozen flow of New Hope Creek
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And hide out from the one they said you might meet
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And if you could unlearn all the words
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That you never wanted heard
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If you could stall the southern wind
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That's whistling in your ears
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You could take what is, what is, what is
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To what can never be
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One man of seventy whispers free at last
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Two neighbors who are proud of their massacres
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Three tyrants torn away in a winter's month
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Four prisoners framed by a dirty judge
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Five burned with tyres
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Six men still inside
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And seven more days to shake at the great divide
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(X2) The Gulf, the Gulf of Araby
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Well, we would plough and part the earth to bring you home
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And harvest every miracle ever known
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And if they laid out all the things
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That these ten years were to bring
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We would gladly give them up
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To bring you back to us
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O, there is nothing we would not give
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To kiss you and to believe we could take what is, what is, what is
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To what can never be
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One man of seventy whispers not free yet
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Two neighbors who make up knee-deep in their dead
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Three tyrants grab the reins in the summer's heat
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Four prisoners lost in the fallacy
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Five, on my life
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And six, I'm dead inside
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And seven more days to shake at the great divide
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(X2) The Gulf, the Gulf of Araby
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The Gulf Of Araby
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| Natalie Merchant |
