Song title : Riches of the poor
Words & music by : Colm Quearney
Date written : 10 . 09 . 1997

Verse 1
My hands replace the cup it saves me money and time,
The heart of saturday night is always on my mind,
wealth is immaterial happiness is free,
Faith with loyal devotion is were I wanna be,

chorus
oh my fate is such a heavy weight,
but sometimes it fits me like a glove,
and I feel so blind I can not see the light,
I place my hands upon your shoulder

Verse 2
Chants from the balladeer and everybody sings,
elusive dreams and schemes as the last bell rings,
smell the leafy indo coming through the air,
friends you haven't seen are pulling up there chairs

Chorus
you know I heard somebody say,
if these things don't go your way,
well theres the riches of the poor,
and theres a mantra you can sing,
help you forget everything , except the riches of the poor

your still on my mind.