Letra de Factory John
Woh, whyo, whyo, whyo, whyo John lives on a street With eighty terraced houses And they all look the same He walks the same beat, down to the factory Assembly line chain They've danced on his dreams They didn't tread softly Still he's grateful for the job It's all he has known There's not many choices And he hasn't the cheek to rob On a Saturday night, at the house party He blows folks away, when he sings so sweet Deep down with his soul 'til the early dawn Ah c'mon factory JohnWhen we sing, in the sunrise Over Donaghmede I can feel, the sunrise, inside of me When we sing, in the sunrise Sarah John and me John lives for the day, that me him and Sarah Will drive over the Wicklow hills To that beautiful beach, and light up a bonfire No more plants on the window sills It helps him get through, the din of the factory Where he feels like a mute machine We'll sing round the fire And feel something sacred And on each others spirits lean All his songs are the only thing That make some sense to him When he sings all his pain Either sinks or swims He give thanks for the sounds And the notes and words That we learned off the birdsWhen we sing, in the sunrise, over Galway Bay I can feel, the soul rise, like a mighty wave When we sing, feel the sunrise Emancipate the slaves And we'll be singing, woh, whyo, whyo, whyo