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Stream or download Closed Hand, Full of Friends Live From Belfast (with The Ulster Orchestra): Follow Foy: Spotify: Instagram: Facebook: Twitter: TikTok: @foyvance?lang=en Website: Lyrics: The scenery's changing And it warms my soul I'm two hundred miles down and a long way yet to go So get your boots on And your walking coat We'll together leave our footprints out upon the virgin snow That ancient sunrise Will soon descend And we'll be left here pondering on the things which we can depend So let's start over With no means to an end Just an open hearted hope and a closed hand full of friends Well London was alright but I was dead in the water Couldn't see in it's light I couldn't kneel at it's alter All I wanted was to tear it right down to the ground But I'm feeling alright now Yeah I'm feeling alright Every morning When the coffee's on And I rediscover that colour in your eyes that is gold in it's bronze And in the moonlight We'll get the candles going With the recitations of the Parish Poets popping on our tongues Well London was alright but I was dead in the water Couldn't see in it's light I couldn't kneel at it's alter All I wanted was to tear it right down to the ground And then sing From the fleeting-less culture And hide it away from all the wolves and the vultures All they wanted was to tear me right down to the ground But I'm feeling alright now Yeah I'm feeling alright In the recitations of the Parish Poets In the building of the bowers and in the Loch Tay boats I will find my means to an end With an open hearted hope and a closed hand full of friends
