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No Matter Where You Go, There You Are

Luka Bloom
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[2005]
Lyrics & Music by Barry Moore (Luka Bloom)
Album: Innocence
Innocence
I'll sing to you of a carpenter, a Muslim man
He was forced to join an army, -He chose to leave his land
He was born in Northern Africa, with the desert all around
He loved his innocent childhood – in the bosom of a desert town
Mohamed left Algeria, his family and his friends
Knowing he would never see his loved ones ever again

You must go, follow your star
No matter where you go, there you are
No matter where you go, there are you
So don't let go – of what you know to be true

Mohamed went to Amsterdam, to Paris and to Rome
Nowhere in these cities -did Mohamed feel at home
He'd walk the streets into the night, thrown-out wood to find
Making wooden boxes – occupied his mind
Little wooden boxes in a line -on Mohamed's stand
Bringing food and shelter -to a Muslim man

You must go, follow your star
No matter where you go, there you are
No matter where you go, there are you
So don't let go – of what you know to be true..

One summer's day in Paris – he heard a haunting sound
Of a lonesome Irish fiddle – he let his tools fall down
Looking up he could not see the man, whose music filled this place
But he knew his heart was breaking, and the tears rolled down his face..
Mohamed walked until he saw the man, with a fiddle to his chin
He stood and let the music glow, underneath his skin
He felt longing for Algeria, and loving for this song
How the music of a stranger helps the dreamer move along
And the carpenter and the fiddler became the best of friends
And Mohamed lives in Galway, where the music never ends

You must go, follow your star
No matter where you go, there you are
No matter where you go, there are you
So don't let go – of what you know to be true..

By the Claddagh in the evening, you might see this southern man
Selling boxes, toys and fiddles, made with Muslim hand
Don't you feel no pity, nor think he is alone
For the music in his spirit, is his shelter and his home
Mohamed's fire ignited -with the ancient jigs and reels
He sometimes chants in Arabic across the Galway fields
His prayers go to Moher, out to the Atlantic sea
And echo to Algeria to the land he had to flee..

You must go, follow your star
No matter where you go, there you are
No matter where you go, there are you
So don't let go – of what you know to be true

There's a woman in Algeria, she looks across the sand
And hears a loved one's prayer from the distant land...

inviata da giorgio - 14/3/2012 - 09:11



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