* Song: * Album: * Interpretation: * Notes: Holding back the river Turf

Holding back the river

Like an arc, two lovers come from their own place beneath the sun
That shines on individual souls, feeds us, keeps each one of us whole
Two hearts don't beat as one, each one listens to our own drum
Slowly we come to touch, to share the fruit we want so much

We have been holding back the river, we almost drowned before
But love has changed forever, it's taking prisoners no more

So we walk by the Grand Canal, a Dublin woman and a country pal
Where the city is such a perfect place, swans glide in total grace
Kavanagh sits in a morning dream
Smiles at the familiar scene
Of your brown eyes, your red haid
Your voice so soft, your skin so fair