What’s in this world?
What have you seen happening ?
Here?
Here in this world?
What have you been doing here?
What’s on your mind?
What’s in your heart?
What have you got?

Chorus; And will we be brilliant or what?
Will we be all dressed in sunlight?
Brilliant or what?
Will we be smiling under starlight?
Brilliant or what?
Will we be graceful and free, will we be?
Radiant and glorious, why not?
What have you got?
And will we be brilliant?
Brilliant or what?

Born to be bright
To be near sunlight
Born to be warm
To be safe from harm
Make up your mind
Take up your time
Ready or not?

Chorus, repeat verse 1

When living to be living
When learning to be learning
When loving to be loving
When laughing to be laughing
When leaving to be leaving
And will we be brilliant or what?
And will we be all dressed in sunlight?

MAGIC NIGHTS IN THE LOBBY BAR

They were magic nights in the Lobby bar
With Brendan Ring playing Madame Bonaparte’s
Every note that the piper would play
Would send me away, send me away
Away through the window, away through the rain
Away ‘cross the city, away in the air
To a field by a river where the trees are so green
The deepest of green you’ve ever seen
Where once you have been you can go back again
You can go any time, you can go any time
‘Cos it’s only in your mind

They were magic nights in the Lobby bar
With Ricky Lynch and his golden guitar
Singing “ Autumn in Mayfield and the barley was ripe
The harvest moon hung low in the sky
We were children and our mothers were young
And fathers were tall and kind”

And every word that Ricky would say
Would send me away, send me away
Away through the window, away through the rain
Away ‘cross the city, away in the air
To a field by a river where the trees are so green
The deepest of green you’ve ever seen
Where once you have been you can go back again
You can go any time, you can go any time
‘Cos it’s only in your mind

They were magic nights in the Lobby bar
When Ger Wolfe would sing like a lark
Singing “ Winter hung her coat on a hanger of dark”
And “ I am the blood of Erin spilt in an empty cave
I am the flower of Ireland, out on the drifting wave
I am the lark of Mayfield, tumbling down the hill
I am the child of Summer
I can remember you still”

And every word that Ger would play
Would send me away, send me away
Away through the window, away through the rain
On a carriage of music, away in the air
To a field by a river where the trees are so green
The deepest of green you’ve ever seen
Where once you have been you can go back again
You can go any time, you can go any time
‘Cos it’s only in your mind

“ It was autumn in Mayfield and the barley was ripe
The harvest moon hung low in the sky
We were children and our mothers were young
And fathers were tall and kind”

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