Lyric The Kilburn High Road - Flogging Molly

Lyric Song The Kilburn High Road: Many s the day I took for granted
Breathing the air that sinlenced some
As the North Wind blew
With its head of thunder
Beating its breast with a war drenched song
Bathe awhileawash in slumber
Cry what s left to sleep
Where you dream of the love you left forever
But pity no more nor grieve

For we re the kings of it all
For the day we were born
Now we re the kings of the Kilburn High
Sure we ll always take a drop and we ll never leave a sup
Your empty glass is but a tear filled eye
We were the kings of the Kilburn High

Listen to the sound of dead men dying
March as they flee but exiled bound
Their ship once sailed no longer anchors
For gone is the green
And their hallowed gound

Toast to tears of times past glories
This ageless clock chime stalls
Where to kiss the lips of that love forgotten
To fly where no others have soared

For we re the kings of it all
For the day we were born
Now we re the kings of the Kilburn High
Sure we ll always take a drop and we ll never leave a sup
Your empty glass is but a tear filled eye
We were the kings of the Kilburn High

Toast to tears of times past glories
This ageless clock chime stalls
Where to kiss the lips of that love forgotten
To fly where no others have soared

For we re the kings of it all
For the day we were born
Now we re the kings of the Kilburn High
Sure we ll always take a drop and we ll never leave a sup
Your empty glass is but a tear filled eye
We were the kings of the Kilburn High