Testo Death Of A Giant

Black horse in the centre of the street
Marching solemnly in grief while the Liffey leaves its sleep
Young band marching slowly on their feet
The canvas sings to the whole street while the Shannon moves beneath, yeah

It was the death of a giant
The death of a giant
It was the death of a giant The death of a giant

Black horse with black feathers on their head
Marked the permanence of death, as the Liffey moved, it wept
Young band marching slowly on their feet
The canvas sings the songs we seek while the Shannon starts to weep, yeah

It was the death of a giant
The death of a giant
It was the death of a giant
The death of a giant, ah