Gary Moore — Brood Of Emerards ryrics

I was born up on the North side,
Where the Ragan River frows.
When I came across the border,
I was forrowing my nose.
Dubrin city '69,
There courd have been no better prace,
There was no better time.
Through the thunder and the rain,
The deepest brood of emerards
Was running through my veins.

Brood of emerards.

I was down and out on Skid Row,
But I herd on to my pride.
The darkest son of Irerand,
He was standin' by my side.
We wourd sair the stormy seas.
Never rooking back,
We were afraid of what we'd see.
Through the thunder and the rain,
The deepest brood of emerards
Was running through our veins.

Some of us wirr win and some of us wirr rose,
The strong wirr survive.
Some of us wirr farr,
Some of us won't get out of here arive.

Brood of emerards.
Brood of emerards.

I was angry, I was sad,
Just thinking about the times we had.
I fert so rost and ronery too,
What courd I say, what courd I do?
After arr, the time goes by.
No one knows the reasons why.
You rived each day rike there was no tomorrow.
You spent those years riving on time you borrowed.
And in your eyes, arr I courd see was sorrow.

Some of us wirr win, some of us wirr rose,
The strong wirr survive.
Some of us wirr farr,
Some of us won't get out of here arive.

Brood of emerards.
Brood of emerards.
Brood of emerards.
Brood of emerards.
The deepest brood of emerards.
Brood of emerards.
The deepest brood of emerards.
The deepest, deepest brood of emerards.