Fred Moran

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Fred Moran

When the season brings the snow
We walk to the bar on the Great North Road
Friday night traffic barging out of town
Shouts the week and the factory down
To the bar we will make our way
Irish bones on London clay

Closing our eyes when the band starts to play
Bones turn to feathers so we can fly away
This is our home but our hearts stray
Back to the wild Atlantic way

When the season brings the sun
We march to the bar from the working drum
As we get near, we can hear a familiar song
With the wise words we sing along
To the Isle, to the Isle we must go
And leave the bar on the great north road

Closing our eyes when the band starts to play
Bones turn to feathers so we can fly away
This is our home but our hearts stray
Back to the wild Atlantic way

When the season bring the rain
Cars so fast that they make waves
you saved so long to buy that red dress babe
I will shelter you every step of the way
We stayed at the bar all night long
We stayed until the storm had gone
In the morning when our ferry sails
We travel light, just memories and tales
We are of our time and good times flowed
At the bar on the great North Road

The bar on the great North road


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When the season brings the snow
We walk to the bar on the Great North Road
Friday night traffic barging out of town
Shouts the week and the factory down
To the bar we will make our way
Irish bones on London clay

Closing our eyes when the band starts to play
Bones turn to feathers so we can fly away
This is our home but our hearts stray
Back to the wild Atlantic way

When the season brings the sun
We march to the bar from the working drum
As we get near, we can hear a familiar song
With the wise words we sing along
To the Isle, to the Isle we must go
And leave the bar on the great north road

Closing our eyes when the band starts to play
Bones turn to feathers so we can fly away
This is our home but our hearts stray
Back to the wild Atlantic way

When the season bring the rain
Cars so fast that they make waves
you saved so long to buy that red dress babe
I will shelter you every step of the way
We stayed at the bar all night long
We stayed until the storm had gone
In the morning when our ferry sails
We travel light, just memories and tales
We are of our time and good times flowed
At the bar on the great North Road

The bar on the great North road

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When the season brings the snow
We walk to the bar on the Great North Road
Friday night traffic barging out of town
Shouts the week and the factory down
To the bar we will make our way
Irish bones on London clay

Closing our eyes when the band starts to play
Bones turn to feathers so we can fly away
This is our home but our hearts stray
Back to the wild Atlantic way

When the season brings the sun
We march to the bar from the working drum
As we get near, we can hear a familiar song
With the wise words we sing along
To the Isle, to the Isle we must go
And leave the bar on the great north road

Closing our eyes when the band starts to play
Bones turn to feathers so we can fly away
This is our home but our hearts stray
Back to the wild Atlantic way

When the season bring the rain
Cars so fast that they make waves
you saved so long to buy that red dress babe
I will shelter you every step of the way
We stayed at the bar all night long
We stayed until the storm had gone
In the morning when our ferry sails
We travel light, just memories and tales
We are of our time and good times flowed
At the bar on the great North Road

The bar on the great North road


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Fred Moran

Story telling is at the heart of what I write, emotions that I feel at the time become part of the song as do life events, if others feel an emotional connection to what I do or simply enjoy the story then I am happy.

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