Lyrics Where E're You Go - Gaelic Storm

From the Burren to the Cliffs of Moher,
The farm lands to the factory floor,
From the streets of Cork, to your front door,
From my heart and soul to your golden shore.
From the prison cell to the stony wall,
The ceili dance to the bar room brawl,
From the ′Giant's Steps′ to Baltimore,
The parliament to the old church hall.
Chorus
I can be so near, I can be so far,
Where e'er you go well there you are.
From an empty nest to a wedding bed,
To the working wage for the daily bread,
The ghosts, flesh, the bone and blood,
The famine, fear, the frost and flood.
The slate, the stone and the granite grey,
The soft green fields just slipped away,
The hedge rows and the silver streams,
Now live inside my thoughts and dreams.
Chorus
From your summer dress to your silken hair,
The slightest touch at the harvest fair,
The beating veins of a trembling hand,
To a coffin ship from the stolen land.
From a last goodbye near the lightning tree,
To a love that lies 'neath an angry sea,
From the melting snow to the summer breeze,
November frost, the falling leaves.
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From your father′s field to the castle keep,
From the hungry night of restless sleep,
In heaven′s name, a promise given,
A pain forgot, but not forgiven.
The dead of night to the birth of morn,
The Milky Way to the blinking dawn,
The stars, the moon, the hours pass,
Like sand inside the hour glass.
Chorus
From the Burren to the Cliffs of Moher,
The farm lands to the factory floor,
From the streets of Cork, to your front door,
From my heart and soul to your golden shore.
From the prison cell to the stony wall,
The ceili dance to the bar room brawl,
From the 'Giant′s Steps' to Baltimore,
The parliament to the old church hall.
Chorus
Where e′er you go, well there you are.