Текст песни Factory John - Damien Dempsey

Woh, whyo, whyo, whyo, whyo
John lives on a street
With eighty terraced houses
And they all look the same
He walks the same beat, down to the factory
Assembly line chain
They've danced on his dreams
They didn't tread softly
Still he's grateful for the job
It's all he has known
There's not many choices
And he hasn't the cheek to rob
On a Saturday night, at the house party
He blows folks away, when he sings so sweet
Deep down with his soul 'til the early dawn
Ah c'mon factory John

When we sing, in the sunrise
Over Donaghmede
I can feel, the sunrise, inside of me
When we sing, in the sunrise
Sarah John and me
John lives for the day, that me him and Sarah
Will drive over the Wicklow hills
To that beautiful beach, and light up a bonfire
No more plants on the window sills
It helps him get through, the din of the factory
Where he feels like a mute machine
We'll sing round the fire
And feel something sacred
And on each others spirits lean
All his songs are the only thing
That make some sense to him
When he sings all his pain
Either sinks or swims
He give thanks for the sounds
And the notes and words
That we learned off the birds

When we sing, in the sunrise, over Galway Bay
I can feel, the soul rise, like a mighty wave
When we sing, feel the sunrise
Emancipate the slaves
And we'll be singing, woh, whyo, whyo, whyo