BLUE SKY BLUE
(Boyle/Blue Sky Music)

In the morning when I wake up
And I go out on my way
Blue sky meet me on the doorstep
Let your light down on my day.

Now I know just where I’m going,
I’ve got everything I need
And I’m happy and it’s showing
‘Cause your sun shines just for me.

Chorus:
Easy, that’s you.
Easy, blue sky blue.
Easy, that’s you.
Easy, blue sky blue.

Can you hear me, can you hear me,
Can you hear me , hear me say
That I can see that you love me
When you shine down on my day.

I don’t want no, I don’t want no,
I don’t want no one but you.
I’ll stay laughing, I’ll stay loving,
While you’re with me blue sky blue.

Chorus



O WE WHO DREAM WITH ENGLAND
(Boyle/Blue Sky Music)

O we who dream with England see
Thy grace and beauty still
Thy glorious living city,
O thy hallowed vale and hill.

Till soul with souls departed cry
It’s time to doubt no more
Let this bright ark through heaven turn
Towards God’s golden shore.

And it’s you, O London Town, reveal
Your ghosts in speaking stone
Thy murderer’s shame, thy prophet’s flame
Inform our flesh and bone.

Might England turn with one true heart
And will Thy peace prevail
Releasing hands of Christ affix’d
By power’s bloody nail.

Then faith, O faith by size exposed
That eager eyes might see
The heart and soul of Albion
Delivered unto Thee.

So step-by step believing seek
One guide, Thy map of light
By Farringdon’s bright crossroads
Or through Blackfriars fainting night.

And all the joy that’s in thee, aye
And suff’ring make as One
For it’s you, it’s you must dreameth dreams
That England’s will become.

Like holy light, like stars at night
Like a baby in your arms
Thy God, thy God believes in thee
That thou his will become.



SUNNY LITTLE AVENUE
(Boyle/Blue Sky Music)

You can ask me if I love you
‘Cause the answer is I do
You’re the greatest thing that the world could bring
To make my dreams come true
‘Cause with you I’m never lonely
‘Cause with you I can’t be blue.
Come and play with me come and stay with me
In some sunny little Avenue.

When we walk around together
You’re the apple of my eye
Yes you are, indeed, but the thing I need’s
What money cannot buy
‘Cause to love you night and morning
Why that’s all I want to do
Yes we’d have the lot in some little spot
In some sunny little Avenue.

People say you don’t love me, what do they know
People say I should leave you, but I won’t go
People say you’re a cheater, who don’t play fair
People say you’re a nightmare, but I don’t care.

Is it getting any clearer,
Is it falling into place?
When that alarm-clock rings, why the sweetest thing
Would be to see your smiling face,
So I Got this ring to show you
That I’m all tied up with you
Come and share my life, we’ll be man and wife
In some sunny little A-ve-nue.



BON CABBAGE
(Boyle/Blue Sky Music)

There’s a monkey on the TV
There’s a spider on the carpet
And I hear somebody laughing
It’s that barbeque that’s started
And there’s a trumpet in some attic
Searching for the unexpected
And the stars are out in Catford
Do you think we’re all connected?

Chorus:
Et nous marchons encore la plage
Nous marchons et rien domage
Je ne pense pas à mon age
Et je t’aime et bon cabbage.

And it’s down by the embankment
With the riverboats and lovers
And I’m walking past this fellow
And he’s sleeping in the gutter
O, the saints may give their comfort
But watch out here comes a madman
And he says it in my face
Do you think we’re all connected?

Chorus

Are you nearly a believer
Do you yearn that you might capture
Some chemistry of magic
Or a momentary rapture
If you see a light or hear a voice
Or think you’ve found the answer
If we find you grinning oddly
Will you tell us all about it?

Chorus

LINES ON THE DEATH OF MARTIN ISRAEL
(Boyle/Blue Sky Music)

Martin Israel was an old hunched-up little man
And he sat there in his wheelchair with his trembling
head and his trembling hands
And he’d listen to you talking, say his piece, look up
and smile
(And ask) will you walk me along the pavement, I like
to see this world pass by.

When Martin was a little Jewish boy in South Africa
where he was born
His cruel father did not love him well, and he left that
boy forlorn
The black servants in his kitchen and his garden took
pity on the boy
And they talked to him light and kindly and they filled
his heart with joy.

Refrain:
What is it you see
That loves and lets me be
Did you call it Jesus Christ
Well, Jesus shine on me
Jesus shine on me.

Then he came to London and as a doctor qualified
But he struggled with the black dog of the pain he
held inside
Became a surgeon, a pathologist, an author and more
than this
He was ordained in the Church of England and
became their chief exorcist.

Refrain

For Martin was a mystic who knew much more than
words could tell
He fought his battles here where heaven meets the
darkest pits of hell
He called Father, Son and Holy Spirit and away those
demons flew
And many sinners were thus saved and he saved this
sinner too.

Refrain

(He said) faith must be fought for so that heaven
we’d obey
Then that faith could turn the darkest night into the
brightest day
And pray for monsters and for demons, for God has
made them too
And to Him they must return some time, the same as
me and you.

Refrain

Martin Israel was an old hunched-up little man
And he sat there in his wheelchair with his trembling
head and his trembling hands
And he’d listen to you talking, say his piece, look up
and smile
(And ask) will you walk me along the pavement to
see the world pass by
And I walked him along the pavement to see this
world pass by.



SO SUMMERTIME
(Boyle/Blue Sky Music)

Suncream factor 99
Burning up on me
And it’s the Jesus boots and the old swimsuit
Down by the shining sea
And its blinding on the water
But there’s singing from the sea
Must be the mermaids calling
Think they’re calling me.

Chorus:
Come on, it’s so so summertime
And so the sun, sun, sun must shine
Some days are never meant to end
I won’t need a reason
It’s summertime again.

Then through the trembling meadow
Hear the crickets sing
Slowly, slowly as we go
Then ice with everything.
And a day was never longer
This day might never end
So we’ll hit the town at midnight
And play the game again.

Chorus



THE WALLS OF EDEN
(Boyle/Blue Sky Music)

These seasons’ levelled heat and times
The stuttering rhythms and jarring rhymes
O man, art thou now deaf and blind
To thine own heart and all the signs.
While shallow fashion fills thy days
And heedless pleasures all thy play
Does’t thou remember not thy ways
Behind the walls of Eden.

Thou know’st not where thy woes begun
Nor e’en from where thine orders come
But on thy hamster-wheel thou run
And slow corruption, thy tedious fun
But come the day and come the hour
When the usurers stripped of all their power
And system smashed and ensigns low’red )
We’ll see the walls of Eden.

Then harkening to thy deepest soul
Wherein thy light abides, you know
We’ll all as one together go
Back to the long-forgotten road
Where I’m for you and you’re for me
And earth is just and man is free
And every living soul can see
There are no walls in Eden.



BIG BLUE TRAIN
(Boyle/Blue Sky Music)

All aboard on the big blue train
Choo-choo, choo-choo, choo
All aboard on the big blue train
Choo-choo, I love you.

Chorus:
And we’re moving, yes we’re moving,
Choo-choo, choo, choo, choo
And we’re moving, yes we’re moving,
Choo-choo, I love you.

Look around on the big blue train
Come on walk right through
‘Cause right here on the big blue train
There’s a place for you.
While we’re here on the big blue train
We will have some fun.
We will laugh on the big blue train
While the engine runs.

Chorus

And who is driving this big blue train
‘Well thanks and howdy do
Just one thing that I’d like to know
Where we goin’ to?
Hey driver, that postcard
Tells a thing I did not know
It’s the ‘Cremation of Care’ and you was there
Down at the Bohemian Grove.
Do you think you’ve made a prison
Of the mind to fence us in
Do you think the prize awaits you
And it’s only you can win.

Chorus

And the age that is awaiting
Might not be the one you see
For when Jesus comes the demon runs
And from the body flees.

Chorus

Verse one



COME ALL YOU
(Boyle/Blue Sky Music)

Come all you young people, come pay attention
Be careful of the things you do
And do not let no moneylenders
Don’t let them steal your dreams from you.

And if your dreaming is uncertain
Go to some high high hill, look up at the stars
Give it some time before you ask them
And they might tell you who you are.

Then test yourself. Is this the question
The first and last on asked by you
What do I want to satisfy me
Or what is good and what is true.

‘Cause you’re to every soul connected
Mind and body, spirit too
And by your past and by your future
And every little thing you do.

So let your dreams by grace deliver
Unto this wounded world a better day
Do not believe it is beyond you
For where there’s will there is a way.

Then you’ll be the light that breaks the darkness
The love that is the Promised Land
For there’s no other one to save us
To be God’s mind and heart and hands.



THE BLUE AND THE GRAY
(Boyle/Blue Sky Music)

I wonder what they’d say of the blue and of the gray
If they wandered out today along some sunlight road
Just to see the things we see, all that should and
shouldn’t be
And to share a little time behind our windows.

My darlings, while we walk will you let your daddy talk
About some things that happened in days long gone
by
When the bloody dice they fell, but the spirit cast a
spell
All that noble words can tell are what is left us.

Refrain:
So let’s walk the high mountain
And watch the wild birds fly
And come back through the valley
Where the woodbines grow high
For the little that I know is there’s plenty miles
to go
And we can run that road right where we
want to.

For your days are ever young, you’ve got all your
trials to come
For now what must be done is what your mammy
says
There’ll be plenty time to play before you rush
away
To paint your pretty faces for the clown’s parade.

You may think you hear me preach, no, it’s just me
that needs to speak
For there’s something in me cryin’ but I don’t know
why
Like some calling at the door that I just can’t hear
no more
Oh, I’ll wonder on it later while you’re sleeping.

So sleep your smiling sleep, dream your dreams
away
The light that is with you is the light of old
And don’t wonder where they may of the blue and
of the gray
‘Cause you’ll meet them every day outside your
doorstep.

Refrain:



LIAR
(Boyle/Blue Sky Music)

There’s a guy there on the sidewalk,
Glazed look in his eyes,
Walking kind of crooked,
Sees a bar and steps inside.
Orders up a whiskey,
Leans his head down low,
Barman says, ‘You alright, Bud’?
He says, ‘Fuck you’, swallows and he goes.

For wasted education
And the thing he has become.
He hates himself and that’s for sure
And he knows where it begun?
The day he wrote that story
And it came back, request denied.
That was then he realized
He’s paid for telling lies,
Paid for telling lies,
Paid for telling lies.

Refrain:
Can’t love himself, can’t love this life, he will
not deny.
What is pure and genuine. ‘Can’t look that in
the eye.
‘Cause who is there to save this world, who is
there that sees
Who is there can save this world, who but you
and me and he,
…but he’s a liar.

Well a man must earn his paycheck.
A man must pay the rent.
But he has got a conscience
And that its own intent.
And alcohol may numb
But in the end he can’t deny
The knife inside that cuts and cuts….
You’re paid for telling lies,
Paid for telling lies,
Paid for telling lies.

Refrain



PALESTINE GROVE
(Boyle/Blue Sky Music)

O, and are we not so democratized
We keep our peace and get on with our little lives
And close our minds and hide our eyes
To what is done in our name……

Might we not call ourselves the Dimblebys
Who swallows camels and strain at gnats and strain at
fleas
O doctor, doctor name me this disease
That we so lightly do ourselves deceive.

So truth make sacred and this earth behold
Pay close attention as the lies unfold
And who are these people who must direct and must
control
The theft and slaughter here in the Palestine Grove.

The media and the Parliament like the scribes and
Pharisees of old
Blind guides and vipers play their usual role
And by omission O what lies are told
And O what wickedness that silence sold.

Did Christ not tell us not to trust these scribes
Did Christ not tell us that these people lie
Condition you and blind your mind and blind your eyes
…Even to who is responsible for...