Top Songs By Glen Hansard
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Glen Hansard
Vocals
Earl Harvin
Drums
Joseph Doyle
Bass
Rob Bochnik
Guitar
Ruth O'Mahony Brady
Piano
Piero Perelli
Percussion
Paula Hughes
Cello
Katie O'Connor
Violin
Una O'Kane
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Glen Hansard
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Odlum
Producer
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Night has fallen, let's go out into it
Bring a blanket and a bottle
I'll need a friend to get me through it
And lately, in this life
There's no quick fix or easy answers
Gonna put all our troubles to right
[Verse 2]
In love, it's the same
There's no doubt Blues is running the game
Keep your lantern trimmed and burning till the end of the night
Put your cheek to the wind
When you go without, then you'll go within
If it comes to blows, take it all on the chin
There's no worthier fight
[Verse 3]
We're working, working through it
Losing is a dirty word, I know
But sometimes, it's all we can do
And lately, this heart of mine
Has been bruised, and it's been broken
And it's lost a little spark of divine
[Chorus]
And right as I thought I was soaring
Their thunder came roaring in
And cut me down to size
And right as I had all of the answers
You said, 'No, there's no mountain worth its salt
Gonna be easy to climb'
[Bridge]
But we climbed it, and we scaled it
And when the wind and the weather were with us
I knew we wouldn't fail it
And we see it, and we take it
And if we fall by the side, at least we'll know that we tried
To leave a little light on our way in
[Chorus]
And right as I thought I was losing
That truth came bruising and cut me right down in my pride
And right as I thought, I was all out of answers
You said, 'No, there's no mountain great or small you can't climb
Oh-yeah, there's no mountain you can't move, or you can't climb'
[Bridge]
But we climb it, and we scale it
And when the wind and the weather are working together
I knew that we could make it
And we see it, and we take it
We set out unready, unworthy, and unsteady
For all, we now leave in our wake
[Outro]
There's no mountain, great or small, you can't climb
Oh yeah, there's no mountain you can't move or you can't climb
Written by: Glen Hansard