Celtic Thunder Follow

They come from the farms and the factories too,
They all soon forget who they are
The cares of today, well are soon washed away,
As they sit at a stool by the bar

The girl with green eyes in the Rolling Stones shirt,
Doesn't look like she works on the land
And the man at the end, he's a very good friend,
Of a man who sells cars secondhand

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Down at the Red Rose Café, in the harbor
There by the port just outside Amsterdam
Everyone shares in the songs and the laughter
Everyone there is so happy to be there

While the salesmen relax with a few pints of beer,
They try not to talk about trade
The poet won't write any verses to night,
But he may sing a sweet serenade

So pull up a chair and forget about life,
It's a good thing to do now and then
And if you like it here, then I have an idear,
Tomorrow let's all meet again

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Everyone there is so happy to be there