The Guess by Kevin Nolan (c)
Find a way,
that’s what we have to do,
Find a way.
Sure her heart is weak, she can't speak
but we'll go through the forest
we will cross the river
we will bring the forest down
White woman in the woods of soot whittling a wedding dress
said dark is the council of man for man is master of the guess. She skipped bail and two army ships set sail, let the waves take her west
and somewhere sitting on a suit case a man begins to weep and beat his chest
and beat his chest
and beat his chest
and beat his chest
and beat his chest
Find a way
bring her back to him
Find a way
Sure the tale is grim chances slimming
but we'll go through the forest
we will cross the river
we will bring the forest down
Awe, awe, awe,
Awe, awe, awe,
Awe, awe, awe,
Awe, awe, awe,
and beat his chest
and beat his chest
and beat his chest
and beat his chest
and beat his chest
and beat his chest
and beat his chest
and beat his chest
and beat his chest
and beat his chest
and beat his chest
and beat his chest
and beat his chest
and beat his chest
and beat his chest
and beat his chest
and beat his chest
and beat his chest
and beat his chest
