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Chris De Burgh
Chris De Burgh


Background information
Birth name Christopher John Davison
Born October 15, 1948
Origin Venado Tuerto, Santa Fe Province, Argentina
Genre(s) Soft Rock
Pop Rock
Years active 1974—present
Label(s) A&M Records
Edel Music
Website Website



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Chris De Burgh Album


The Storyman (10/09/2006)
10/09/2006
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The Storyman Theme (instrumental)
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My Father's Eyes (Chris de Burgh with Hani Hussein)
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The Storyman Theme

[No lyrics]

. . .


I can feel it in my blood, I can hear it in my footsteps,
I can see it all around, that everywhere connections
Are breaking away, and people know that something must change, must change;

There are better men than I, who with courage and conviction
Are patrolling the lines, waking up the sleepers who will not decide,
And do not think there's anything wrong;

But we are all living here in this beautiful world, sharing
Sunrises every day, we may have different lives, but for all of us,
Here we will stay;

We're living in one world, sleeping in one world, dreaming
In one world, and no-one's going anywhere,
We're living in one world, working in one world, breathing in one world,
We're just the same as anyone;

I believe there is a God, but it doesn't mean that my God is greater
Than yours, it only means we all have the right to believe, 'cos nobody
Knows it for sure, for sure; if there's a Heaven or Hell, or a sweet Paradise,
Or a place where we all meet again, 'cos with minimal change
Everyone here is the same;

We're living in one world, sleeping in one world, dreaming
In one world, and no-one's going anywhere,
We're living in one world, working in one world, breathing in
One world, we're just the same as anyone,
We're living in one world, sleeping in one world, dreaming in one world,
And no-one's going anywhere;
We're living in one world, working in one world, breathing in one world,
We're just the same as anyone;

Listen to the voice of millions calling me and you,
Take good care of everywhere 'cos this is my home too,
Laughing in one world, crying in one world, hoping in one world,
Praying in one world, trying in one world, this is my home too,
One world, one world, one world, one world,
One world, one world, one world.

. . .


There she stood in an empty room, heard a voice from another time,
And the memories came rolling back of Leningrad in the war;

For the girl in the photograph, much had changed in the years that passed,
But her longing for the boy she loved was still the same since the war;

It was a moonless night upon the road of life, when he'd held her to say goodbye,
Many more would survive, for he stayed behind to help them live again;

When they met at the garden gate, tears would fall from a deep embrace,
For she never knew what happened to the boy she loved in the war;

Back in those happy days, before the soldiers came,
To break down the ones who remained,
And they only survived, who could learn to die, and live to fight again;

There they stood in an empty room, heard a voice from another time,
And their memories came rolling back of Leningrad in the war.

. . .


I have seen it, I have seen it in my father's eyes,
I have seen it, I have seen it in my father's eyes,
I have heard it, I have heard it in my father's voice,
It's been a hard life, a hard fight, and all of the things that he wanted
Are in his hand, but silver would not betray what's written in the sand,
And a wall will not keep his people from the Promised Land;

And I will never believe that the same thing could happen to me,
And I will never believe I'll give up on the dreams that I see
In my father's eyes, my father's eyes;

I will go now, I will go now to my father's house,
I will show him, I will show him that I'm strong enough,
And there's a bright light, a great light that's shining around him
For now he has found a son, who will give to the world
The work he has begun, who will open the door to reveal
The chosen one;

And I will never believe that the same thing could happen to me,
And I will never believe I'd give up on the dreams that I see
In my father's eyes;
In my father's eyes, in my father's eyes;

And I will never believe that the same thing is happening to me,
And I will never believe I'd give up on the dreams that I've seen
In my father's eyes, in my father's eyes, my father's eyes;

I have seen it, I have seen it in my father's eyes.

. . .


She had the grace of a dancer, pretty as the morning sun,
Her days were filled with laughter, and when sixteen years had come,
She went to work in the old house, and there she met her love,
But he, the son, was high-born, and she, a village girl;

They met at night by the river, and there he pledged his love,
And so it was for the summer, but by winter, all was done,
For the word was out in the village that she would have his child,
And the night before she left him, these words were in his heart,
When she said, "Love is all that we have, it is forever,
Love is all that we need, to be together,
Love is all that this world has to share, only love
Can take us there;"

They found her clothes by the river, of her there was no trace,
And for many years he mourned her, haunted by her face,
So he set off over the ocean, these memories to escape,
But the ship he sailed was ill-starred, and soon would meet its fate;

They struck the rocks at midnight, in the grip of a roaring storm,
And he found himself in the water with a woman and a boy,
With a power that was more than human, he brought them to the shore,
And her whisper in the darkness was a voice he'd heard before,
When she'd said, "Love is all that we have, it is forever,
Love is all that we need, to be together,
Love is all that this world has to share,
Only love can take us there;"
She had the grace of a dancer, and the father of her son.

. . .


I was an eagle but I cannot fly,
I was a lion, but I run no more,
I was a river, but the river's dry,
And soon the spirit is coming to take me home;

I've seen the sunrise in a thousand ways,
I've seen the wonder of a summer storm,
I've seen a mountain that touched the sky,
And soon the spirit is coming to take me home;

Do not cry for me - I am with the stars,
Do not cry for me - I am in the wind,
Do not cry for me - I am with the rain,
And soon the spirit is coming to take me home;

I have my children, I have seen them grow,
I have a garden that is all the world,
We come with nothing, that's how we'll go,
And soon the spirit is coming to take me home;

Do not cry for me - I am with the sun,
Do not cry for me - I am in the wind,
Do not cry for me - I am with the stars,
And soon the spirit is coming to take me home;

I was an eagle, but I cannot fly,
And now the spirit has come to take me home.

. . .


Last night I dreamed again that I was by your side,
I felt your tender kiss, and with your lips on mine,
My world became, complete again,
Beneath the shadow of the mountain, we were lovers till the dawn
was on the sea;

But with the morning sun the dream had disappeared,
And I awoke and still believed that you were here,
But soon the day will come again, beneath the shadow of the mountain,
I'll be with you when my soldier's work is done;

When the summer winds begin to blow,
That is when I will be sailing to my home,
To the olive trees and the golden corn
That whispers in the fields up in the hills beyond the place
where I was born;

And here in Rome the talk is all about the war,
As men of Caesar we have heard those words before,
And though I'm strong, my heart belongs
Beneath the shadow of the mountain and my lover who is waiting
there for me;

When the summer winds begin to blow,
That is when you'll see the sails that bring me home,
To the olive trees and the golden corn
That whispers in the fields up in the hills above Pompeii
where I was born;
I will return;
Beneath the shadow of Vesuvius we'll be together till the day we die.....
Last night I dreamed again that I was by your side.......

. . .


Silently dawn comes in with the rain, and I feel the world is crying,
The moment is here, and it's time to say goodbye;

Words cannot tell of all you have done, and the love that you have shown me,
You're more than a friend, you have helped me to find myself;

There is a dream that you must follow,
And always listen to your heart - you'll be forever in my life -
And if you need me in some new tomorrow,
Reach out, wherever you are;

And I will fly through the raging storm,
I will rise where others fall,
I will be there where the eagles fly,
I will hear you when you call - and I hate to see you go;

You gave me a life from ashes and dust, from a place where hope was dying,
The girl that you found has become a woman now;

There is a dream that you must follow,
I'll try to listen to my heart,
We'll meet again in some new tomorrow,
I'll find you wherever you are!

And I will fly through the raging storm,
I will rise where others fall,
I will be there where the eagles fly,
I will hear you when you call;

It's time to go - I want to stay - I'll miss you so -
But I believe that we'll meet again someday;

We will be there where the eagles fly, I will hear you when you call,
'Cos I love you.

. . .


The Mirror Of the Soul Part I

Brother, there's a man at the gate, he has something in his hand;
He says it fell down from the sky, should I let him in?
Maybe it's an omen, maybe it will take away our sin, our sin.....

'Tis a diamond that he has, the biggest one I've ever seen,
And when he holds it in his hand, it's shining like the sun,
He says it's from another world, he calls it the mirror of the soul;

We must place it on the altar high, send the Devil to the fire,
Power over men we'll have when they see it shine, when they see it shine;

Brother, fetch the Abbot now, tell him of this wondrous thing,
Tell him that we'll have control of all the riches it will bring;
When people come to see it, for money we will purify their souls, their souls;

With my knife I'll kill this man, I'll send him to the Promised Land,
And when we take the diamond, we will have the future in our hands,
In our hands;

When we place it on the altar high, send the Devil to the fire,
Power over men we'll have when they see it shine, when they see it shine!


The Mirror Of the Soul Part II

That's how it started, that whole new religion, and people everywhere,
Had to give up all their possessions at the Abbé St. Pierre,
But with their gold they could buy a redemption, and the promise of
Eternal life,
And the centre of it all was a diamond divine,
It was up there on the altar high but for the monks it would not shine,
So with subterfuge they used the light of the sun, fooling everyone;

It was late at night when a young boy was in there with his friends,
And they dared him up to the altar, to touch the famous gem,
And when he did, the whole place exploded with a great and wonderful light,
And people came from everywhere to see it,
When he took it from the altar high, everyone could make it shine,
Except the Abbot and his men, for them, no light,
They could not make it shine.


The Mirror Of The Soul Part III

And in the end, many heard the brothers, making confession of the
Things they had done,
And the Abbot led that sad procession, as they went through the
Gate past the place where it had begun;

And all their dreams of glory, all their schemes and stories,
Would come to nothing after all,
Because a power greater from the world's creator
Gave us love to light the mirror of the soul,
Only love can light the mirror of the soul;

All through the world, there are many others, who always follow
Everything they are told,
By men with rules and regulations, using old superstitions and
Tales to assume control;

But all their dreams of glory, all their schemes and stories,
Will come to nothing after all,
Because a power greater from the world's creator
Gave us love to light the mirror of the soul,
Only love can light the mirror of the soul;

They come to nothing after all;
Because a power greater from the world's creator
Gave us love to light the mirror of the soul,
Only love can light the mirror of the soul.

. . .


And so the play begins, and though it is the final night,
My heart will sing, just to be beside her now is everything,
And though it's a play I believe every word that I say,
'Cos I'm in love with her;

I am her Romeo, and every night my Juliet will have to go,
With poison and the knife we die to end the show,
But nobody knows that tonight when the curtain falls,
She will be waiting at the door, we will not hide it anymore;

No-one can come between this love and destiny,
With freedom there will be the sweetest kiss of all;

And now the play is done, and there are those who do not know
What has begun, and do not see that love should be for everyone,
But to marry a man from a far-away land is not right,
So she will be with me tonight, and for all this we will fight;

No-one can come between our love and destiny,
With freedom there will be the sweetest kiss of all,
With freedom there will be the sweetest kiss of all.

. . .


I lived my life in the words of a Storyman,
Watched my dreams from the years gone by,
Heard my voice in the songs of a Storyman,
Always by my side, always by my side;

I saw him first in a castle by candlelight,
Turning round with a golden key,
I heard a train far away, and a whistle blow,
Like a baby's cry, 'twas like a baby's cry;

Ravens stood on the walls of Jerusalem,
Sailors danced at the borderline,
Light a fire on the road to the ferryman,
Emotions running high, in the summertime;

Take me back to the places I've never been,
Take me back to another time,
Take me back to a world I have never seen,
Only in my mind, only in my mind;

Late last night I met up with a lady-love,
Dressed in red, didn't say goodbye,
Carry me to the last time I showed her what
Tender hands can do, and I'll be missing you;

Take me back to the places I've never been,
Take me back to another time,
Take me back to a world I have never seen,
Only in my mind, only in my mind;

Follow the light that's shining on to where we will be going,
Up to Heaven, Paradise, or to the heart divine;
It's in the echoes of a child, waiting for the journey,
The spirit of one world;

Oh take me back to the places I've never been,
Take me back to another time,
Take me back to a world I have never seen,
Only in my mind, only in my mind;
I lived my life in the words of a Storyman…….

. . .


I have seen it, I have seen it in my father's eyes,
I have seen it, I have seen it in my father's eyes,
I have heard it, I have heard it in my father's voice,
It's been a hard life, a hard fight, and all of the things that he wanted
Are in his hand, but silver would not betray what's written in the sand,
And a wall will not keep his people from the Promised Land;

And I will never believe that the same thing could happen to me,
And I will never believe I'll give up on the dreams that I see
In my father's eyes, my father's eyes;

I will go now, I will go now to my father's house,
I will show him, I will show him that I'm strong enough,
And there's a bright light, a great light that's shining around him
For now he has found a son, who will give to the world
The work he has begun, who will open the door to reveal
The chosen one;

And I will never believe that the same thing could happen to me,
And I will never believe I'd give up on the dreams that I see
In my father's eyes;
In my father's eyes, in my father's eyes;

And I will never believe that the same thing is happening to me,
And I will never believe I'd give up on the dreams that I've seen
In my father's eyes, in my father's eyes, my father's eyes;

I have seen it, I have seen it in my father's eyes.

. . .


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