Underneath that pretty shroud
You're too distressed to speak
Weighed down by the sad events
That some call Holy Week
Put your ear to the breeze my friend
Take heed of the ebb and flow
We'll sing your spirit back to life
With the songs of Ivanhoe

It's good to see my old friends
Man, it's been so long
Now that we're together
We're gonna sing you a song
Let these steel strings
Take you home to me
And let yourself be soothed by
The sound of drums

Climb down the stairs and out the door
Till your feet are on the earth
You'll find us in the meadowland
For better or for worse
We brought the pipes and the mandolin
We beat the old bodhran
So close your eyes and drift with us
On the myths of Babylon

It's good to see my old friends
Man, it's been so long
Now that we're together
We're gonna sing you a song
Let these steel strings
Take you home to me
And let yourself be soothed by
The sound of drums

It's good to see my old friends
Man, it's been so long
Now that we're together
We're gonna sing you a song
Let these steel strings
Take you home to me
And let yourself be soothed by
The sound of drums