Ken Harrington

“Wake Me Up When September Ends”

Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
wake me up when September ends

like my father’s come to pass
seven years has gone so fast
wake me up when September ends

here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are

as my memory rests
but never forgets what I lost
wake me up when September ends

summer has come and passed
the innocent can never last
wake me up when September ends

ring out the bells again
like we did when spring began
wake me up when September ends

here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are

as my memory rests
but never forgets what I lost
wake me up when September ends

“The Saints Are Coming”

There is a house in New Orleans, they call the Silver Dome
It’s been the ruin of many a poor boy, and God, I know I’m one.

I cried to my daddy on the telephone, how long now?
Until the clouds unroll and you come home, the line went.
But the shadows still remain since your descent, your descent.

I cried to my daddy on the telephone, how long now?
Until the clouds unroll and you come home, the line went.
But the shadows still remain since your descent, your descent.

The saints are coming, the saints are coming.
I say no matter how I try, I realize there’s no reply.
The saints are coming, the saints are coming.
I say no matter how I try, I realize there’s no reply.

A drowning sorrow floods the deepest grief, how long now?
Until the weather change condemns belief, how long now?
When the night watchman lets in the thief Whats wrong now?

The saints are coming, the saints are coming
I say no matter how I try, I realize there’s no reply.
The saints are coming, the saints are coming
I say no matter how I try, I realize there’s no reply.
I say no matter how I try, I realize there’s no reply.
I say no matter how I try, I realize there’s no reply.

The saints are coming, the saints are coming
The saints are coming, the saints are coming

“Its a Beautiful Day”

See Gentilly and Lakeview
Crescent City right in front of you
Birds sing in broken trees
They’re coming home to New Orleans
Lower 9th will rise again
Above the waters of Lake Pontchartrain
See the bird with the leaf in her mouth
After the flood all the colors came out.

It was a beautiful day
Don’t let it get away
It’s a beautiful day

Touch me
Take me to that other place
Teach me
I know I’m not a hopeless case