as a wee little lad
me fatha told me "son
ya musta learn ta stand
and when ya stand stand tall
'cause in the end
all men fall
ya'll fall with the best'a men
ya may's well fall down hard"
I learnt ta walk'n'talk
I learnt ta run'n'hide
I learnt how ta take a stand
and how ta fall down hard
'cause in the end
my fatha fell
he fell with the best'a men
I watched him fall down hard
I learnt my trade with blade
I learnt my trade with gun
I learnt when ta take a stand
and how ta fall down hard
where my fatha fell
we fell with the best'a men
I learnt to fall down hard
she taught my heart ta beat
she taught my heart ta live
then she showed me where ta stand
and in time I fell into the love
where my fatha fell
I fell with the best'a women
I learnt to fall down hard
now me wee little lad
me only blessed son
ya musta learn to stand
and when ya stand stand tall
'cause on my day
I'll fall hard
I'll fall like the best'a men
never to rise again
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
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