Thom Moore: Music

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Drain your cup and smile your smile:
tell him goodbye for a while.
Turn away from holy Knocknarea,
and weather that's all surprise:
'Bright spots with lashing winds and rain,
from Sligo on down to Spain.'

Here's a tale of love and woe:
a woman meets a man who shows / he's
the right one—father, son, and lonely host--
that's all that she needs to know.
'Bright spots with lashing winds and rain,
from Sligo way down to Spain.'

Right man, wrong time,
love sublime.
Winds in Sligo blow,
blow you 'cross that line.

One last time, walk where you will:
up the river to Lough Gill.
Just hold your lies: undo those ties
and part while the day is still.
'Bright spots with lashing winds and rain,
from Sligo on down to Spain.'

Go back home, go far away,
where sun and strangers fill the days:
sunshine to burn away your shame,
and strangers to shape your clay.
'Bright spots with lashing winds and rain,
from Sligo way down to Spain.'

Where you go and what you say
will never, never be the same:
no love song can ever hold a flame
to the radio's cold refrain:
'Bright spots with lashing winds and rain,
from Sligo right down to Spain.'