[Intro]
[Verse]
We all look busy, there s a certain type of sound around
Everyone is searching for the Dollar and the Pound
And some have been to hell and back and some have gone to ground
And if someone will just help me from this chair
[Verse]
The poor will count their money, or hide it all inside
And as I put the kettle on, I ll call my brother, Jack
We will hit the high road and I will help him pack
He will live forever on the years he can t get back
[Verse]
The flowers they look so pretty in their vase upon the table
A gentle illustration in his book of Celtic fables
And I will feed him water ( ? ) as long as I am able
If someone will just help me from this chair
[Verse]
And the young play so much louder as the rest of us grow older
Some will walk with Blackthorn stick and some may need a shoulder
We will hit the high road and help each other out
And we will live forever on the years we can t get back
[Bridge]
Or the dream that came last Saturday, sure it was no dream at all
I will hear the west wind blow and watch the branches fall
I will paint his quiet mountain with a wide and gentle track
So that we may live together on the years we can t get back
[Verse]
The farmer ploughs a furrow, he may sow a seed in spring
The girl who strokes a mandolin, may well have a song to sing
But the band that sings forever, wears a golden wedding ring
And if someone will just help me from this chair
[Verse]
I will watch the flowers growing, I will see the tree in bloom
I will read from books of poetry, consumed around the room
We will hit the high road to help each other out
And we will live forever on the years we can t get back
We will live forever on the years we can t get back
