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Glen Corr - The Spirit of the Vagabond - text

Resplendent in black with a gleam in his eye
The real king is dead and we all wonder why
He sits up on high Glen Corr and he's laughing away

He has the charm of old Nick with his wit quick and sharp
His legend still beats to the sound of the harp
In all of our hearts he'll forever and ever remain

No more, Glen Corr
Now the favourite son of Emerald
Will brighten it no more
No more, Glen Corr
Where the spirit of the vagabond
Will burn for evermore

Live life in the fast lane
Live life to the full
His suffering is ended
It's now understood
On a rock stage, in heaven above
He is rocking away

No more, Glen Corr
Now the favourite son of Emerald
Will brighten it no more
No more, Glen Corr
Where the spirit of the vagabond
Will burn for evermore

No don't believe a word
They come to claim the emerald
Just roll me over and I'll turn around
Breakout

No more, Glen Corr
Now the favourite son of Emerald
Will brighten it no more
No more, Glen Corr
Where the spirit of the vagabond
Will burn for evermore

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