Galway Shawl/Strange Glue - Cerys Matthews

At Orenmore, in the County Galway,

One pleasant evening in the month of May

I spied a damsel, she was young and handsome

Her beauty fairly took my breath away.

She wore no jewels, nor costly diamonds,

No paint or powder, no, none at all.

But she wore a bonnet with a ribbon on it And round her shoulder was a Galway Shawl.

It was strange glue that held us together

While we both came apart at the seams

She said, your place or mine

While we’ve still got the time

So I played along with her schemes

But I dont have the right to be with you tonight

So please leave me alone with no saviour in sight

I will sleep safe and sound with nobody around me When faced with my demons;

I clothe them and feed them

And I smile, Yes I smile

As they’re taking me over

And if I cannot sleep

For the secrets I keep

It’s a price I’m willing to meet.

For the end of the night never comes too quickly for me And I don’t have the right to be with you tonight

So please leave me alone with no Savior

I will sleep safe and sound with nobody around me When faced with my demons

I clothe them and feed them

And I smile Yes I smile

As they’re taking me over

And if I cannot sleep

For the secrets I keep

It’s the price I’m willing to seek

For the end of the night never comes too quickly for me And I smile

For the end of the night never comes too quickly for me And I smile

Taking me over

She wore no jewels

Nor costly diamonds

No Paint nor powder

No, none at all.

She wore a bonnet,

With a ribbon on it,

And around her shouder, was the Galway Shawl