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Foy Vance - "Closed Hand, Full of Friends" (Live from Bushmills Distillery)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Foy Vance
Foy Vance
Lead Vocals
Arco String Quartet
Arco String Quartet
String Quartet
Clare Hadwen
Clare Hadwen
Violin
Joanne Vance
Joanne Vance
Choir
Kathleen Gillespie
Kathleen Gillespie
Violin
Kerry Brady
Kerry Brady
Cello
Marty Keeny
Marty Keeny
Choir
Paul Hamilton
Paul Hamilton
Choir
Rachel Coulter
Rachel Coulter
Choir
Richard Hadwen
Richard Hadwen
Viola
Stephen McCartney
Stephen McCartney
Choir
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Foy Vance
Foy Vance
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael Keeney
Michael Keeney
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
The scenery's changing and it warms my soul
I'm 200 miles down and a long way yet to go
So, get your boots on and your walking coat
And we'll, together, leave our footprints out upon the virgin snow
[Verse 2]
That ancient sunrise will soon descend
And we'll be left here pondering on the things which we cannot plan
So, let's start over with no means to an end
Just an open-hearted hope and a closed hand, full of friends
[Verse 3]
Yeah, well, living was alright but I was dead in the water
Couldn't see it in its light, I couldn't kneel at its altar
All I wanted was to tear it right down to the ground
But I'm feeling alright now, yeah, I'm feeling alright
[Verse 4]
Every morning when the coffee's on
And I rediscover that color in your eyes and it's gold and its bronze
And in the moonlight, we'll get the Cadillac and just go
With the recitations of the parish poets popping on our toes
[Verse 5]
Yeah, well, living was alright but I was dead in the water
Couldn't see it in its light, I couldn't kneel at its altar
All I wanted was to tear it right down to the ground
[Verse 6]
And it sank from the fleeting-est culture
And hide it away from wolves and the vultures
All they wanted was to tear me right down to the ground
But I'm feeling alright now, yeah, I'm feeling alright
[Verse 7]
In the recitations of the parish poets
In the buildings, in the burrows, and the lochte boats
I will find my means to an end
With an open-hearted hope and a closed hand, full of friends
[Verse 8]
In the recitations of the parish poets
In the buildings, in the burrows, and the lochte boats
I will find my means to an end
With an open-hearted hope and a closed hand, full of friends
[Verse 9]
In the recitations of the parish poets
In the buildings, in the burrows, and the lochte boats
I will find my means to an end
With an open-hearted hope and a closed hand, full of friends
[Verse 10]
In the recitations of the parish poets
In the buildings, in the burrows, and the lochte boats
I will find my means to an end
With an open-hearted hope and a closed hand, full of friends
Written by: Foy Vance
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