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Fly Up, You Fire
A song of seduction and consequence.
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The Circle of Life and Love through the ages
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Fly Up, You Fire Joe Maher
The Gettings Good, Darby OGill, 2004
On a clear autumn day comes a man out a-gathering sticks
And his eye wanders off on the heels of a gutty-bright girl with magic hips
And oh, how his own heart is aching
And each gutty cry is a stick that hes breaking
A kindle spark leaps from a hand that is shaking
Burn, fire, all to ashes - cooling breath; the ashes scatter
Burn, you hope, and rage desire
Fly up, you fire
On the back of a great horse a woman comes galloping wild
As she thinks of a man who gave her a rocky-cart ride, and then a child
And oh, how the tall trees are trying
To raise up a rock that is dieing
She spurs on a horse that is flying
On a rocky bay shore two children go tumbling about
A boy and a girl, she with a bright bow in her hair; and he without
And oh, how their laughter is ringing
And each dull rock is a separate joy singing
As heavenward fly all the dreams that theyre flinging
The Gettings Good, Darby OGill, 2004
On a clear autumn day comes a man out a-gathering sticks
And his eye wanders off on the heels of a gutty-bright girl with magic hips
And oh, how his own heart is aching
And each gutty cry is a stick that hes breaking
A kindle spark leaps from a hand that is shaking
Burn, fire, all to ashes - cooling breath; the ashes scatter
Burn, you hope, and rage desire
Fly up, you fire
On the back of a great horse a woman comes galloping wild
As she thinks of a man who gave her a rocky-cart ride, and then a child
And oh, how the tall trees are trying
To raise up a rock that is dieing
She spurs on a horse that is flying
On a rocky bay shore two children go tumbling about
A boy and a girl, she with a bright bow in her hair; and he without
And oh, how their laughter is ringing
And each dull rock is a separate joy singing
As heavenward fly all the dreams that theyre flinging

