Walking out on a stormy day
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The cold wind the fine sea spray
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Looking out over galway bay
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The troubled sky all dark and grey
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Farm from these shores there stands liberty
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So let it be
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But every while I would remember the day we drank
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Moonshine in the rain
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And raised our glasses to the wind
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The day that we dreamed we could be free
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Riding the wings of liberty
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So here's one for our children
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Feeling the cold rain on our fingertips
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And moonshine on our lips
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So we paid our dues
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ANd we packed our bags
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Made it thought Ellis Island's ranks
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Across the waves to America
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Hearts and soulds to the streets and starts
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Far from our shores we found liberty
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So let it be
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But every while I would remember the day we drank
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Moonshine in the rain
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And raised our glasses to the wind
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The day that we dreamed we could be free
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Riding the wings of liberty
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So here's one for our children
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Feeling the cold rain on our fingertips
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And moonshine on our lips
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So we made our way
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Throught the cumberland gap
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Appalacha never looking back
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Through the wind and rain
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But nothing evermore would feel the same
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All of our life we strive to be free
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So let it be
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But every while I would remember
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The day we drank
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Moonshine in the rain
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And raised our glasses to the wind
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The day that we dreamed we could be free
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Riding the wings of liberty
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So here's one for our children
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Feeling the cold rain on our fingertips
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And moonshine on our lips
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Moonshine in the rain
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And raised our glasses to the wind
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The day that we dreamed we could be free
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Riding the wings of liberty
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So here's one for our friends
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ANd here's one our children
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Feeling the cold rain on your fingertips
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And moonshine on our lips
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Moonshine
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| Mike Oldfield |
