Time to Kill! - Horslips

The hop jig we’ve used here is in 9/8 time and is called The Humours of

Whiskey

I see the last black swan

Fly past the sun

I wish I, too, were gone

Back home again

It seems our fortunes lied

Despite our gain

Our tears fall like our pride

We cry in shame

Now we’ve got time to kill!

Kill the shadows on our skin

Kill the fear that grows within

Killing time, my friend

I stare into your eyes

But can’t see far

You cut me down to size

You bring the dark

My body’s black and sore

I need to sleep

Now hear the heaven’s roar

I can’t escape

Now we’ve got time to kill!

Kill the shadows on our skin

Kill the fear that grows within

Killing time, my friend