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• Shadow Of Time - Nightnoise
• The Rose of Tralee - Nightnoise
• Rose Of Tralee - Nightnoise

I see a strange man
Running silently
He never looks behind him
He has no time to see
He makes no sound, he has no voice
The ground he doesn't feel
But he's always on the run
And I wonder if he's real
Chorus:
Run on, run on, shadow of time
Run on, run on, shadow of time
His first name is today
His last name is tomorrow
He knows no pain, he knows no joy
He doesn't think of sorrow
Fast and small, he's slow and tall
He never stops to rest
But I know where he's goin'
'Cause I know him the best
(Chorus twice)
Water Falls
Water falls and its colors glow
In a river of light it begins to grow
Takes your mind from the things you see
It moves with the spirit that moves in me
And water's free because it's found
Where pools of wonder spin around
The places that are hidden from tomorrow
It's there I'll go when I want to show you

The pale moon was rising above the green mountain
The sun was declining beneath the blue sea
When I strayed with my love to the pure crystal fountain
That stands in the beautiful vale of Tralee
She was lovely and fair as the rose of the summer
Yet 'twas not her beauty alone that won me
Oh no, 'twas the truth in her eyes ever dawning
That made me love Mary, the rose of Tralee
The cool shades of evening their mantle were spreading
And Mary, all smiling, was listening to me
The moon through the valley her pale rays was shedding

The pale moon was rising above the green mountains,
The sun was declining beneath the blue sea,
When I strayed with my love by the pure crystal fountain,
That stands in the beautiful Vale of Tralee.
She was lovely and fair as the rose of the summer,
Yet 'twas not her beauty alone that won me.
Oh no, 'twas the truth in her eyes ever dawning
That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee.
The cool shades of evening their mantle were spreading,
And Mary all smiling was listening to me.
The moon through the valley her pale rays was shedding,
When I won the heart of the Rose of Tralee.
She was lovely and fair as the rose of the summer,
Yet 'twas not her beauty alone that won me.
Oh no, 'twas the truth in her eyes ever dawning
That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee.
In the far fields of India 'mid war's dreadful thunders,
Her voice was solace and comfort to me.
But the chill hand of death has now rent us asunder,
I'm lonely tonight for the Rose of Tralee.
She was lovely and fair as the rose of the summer,
Yet 'twas not her beauty alone that won me.
Oh no, 'twas the truth in her eyes ever dawning