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Celtic Lyrics Corner > Artists & Groups > Mary Black > Speaking With The Angel > Big Trip To Portland
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Lyrics:
The day won't open its eyes
The heavens above must be sick
I'm stood at the window since five
All decked out for the trip
Chorus:
Hey, hey, I'm dying to meet with you
Hey, hey, I'm living to speak with you
Hey, hey, I'm waiting to meet you, baby
Hey, hey, hey
Big trip to Portland, no more cooling my heels
Big trip to Portland, my soul shall be healed
The master's out of my reach
He wanders around in the rain
Today is all that I seek
Today when I hold you again
(Chorus)
I take the prize, I win the day
You say you love me all the way
I kill the pain that drags us down
You take us on from town to town
The sun's burning all through the day
It's doing the best it can do
I came with my bucket and spade
I came with the same things as you
Big trip to Portland, no more cooling our heels
Big trip to Portland, our souls shall be healed
(3x)
