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Lyr ADD: Turn It Around (Eileen McGann)

19 Jan 00 - 06:48 PM (#165473)
Subject: Turn It Around, Eileen McGann
From: GUEST,robd@lanl.gov

Does anybody out there know where I'd be able to lay me hands on the lyric to this wonderful song by Eileen McGann. I dispair of ever finding it.

Thanks in advance for any help.

rob d.


19 Jan 00 - 07:51 PM (#165515)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Turn It Around, Eileen McGann
From: black walnut

i've just been learning this and singing it with harp. it's one of my favourite songs. eileen is a great songwriter, and a wonderful person, too. i'm copying this from a works file, so i hope it comes out all right. you must get the cd...it's really good!

~black walnut

TURN IT AROUND (Eileen McGann)

Chorus:

Turn it around, turn it around See the silver stars fall from the blue blue sky Are you wishing in hope, Or do you wish you could die

Or do you wish you could turn it around ..........................................................

Cold night in December, In a shelter on the Bloor Street line

Ice on the windows, ice in his bones, No warmth, no wine

Plastic, magic, Wishing wand on the frozen ground

See the sparkle catch his eye now, Oh, as he turns it around. ..........................................................

Cold night in December, In an earlier time, another place

Warmth all around him, A fireplace glows on a young boy's face

Nose to the window, Snowflakes dance in the streetlamp's glare

See the sparkle catch his eye now, Oh, can you see it in there? ..........................................................

Cold night in December, And a young man drifts through falling snow

Warmth shines from windows, But it don't shine on him, he's got someplace to go Lights in the bar room, Glitter down on an empty glass

See the sparkle catch his eye now, Oh, did it find you at last? ..........................................................

Cold night in December, In a shelter on the Bloor Street line

Ice on the windows, ice in his bones, No warmth, no wine

Snowflakes and rainfall mingle on the icy ground

See them sparkle in his blue, blue eyes, Oh, as he turns it around