This New Morning
This New Morning


I think Iíll go for a ride
Take the bike out of the shed
Make a fresh start
Get out of my head
When the head spins
There is no joy
Put me on the saddle
And Iím a little boy
A little boy on a mission
Like the Tour de France
Weíre like Fred and Ginger
When theyíre doing their dance
To the sound of rubber
Out on the old bog road
Through the gorse and the heather
Iím as free as a bird
It helps me remember
How good it used to be
Feeling like a king
The bike, the road, and me
I think I'll go for a ride

Every ride has victories
Challenges and trials
You hope the skies donít open
When home is many miles
You think youíre just cruising
Life is flowing along
A fall or a puncture
Anything can go wrong
Then you know youíre vulnerable
At the mercy of the wind
With every hill you climb
You begin and begin and begin
Begin to be a spokesman
With the freedom of the road
You see the Wicklow Mountains
And you know you have to go
I think I'll go for a ride

Summer evenings on the road
The cool breeze in my hair
Poetry in motion
On two wheels around Kildare
There are cycling heroes
Each one is my pal
They inspire me when Iím pedaling
By the river or canal
Some days Iím like Sean Kelly
Some days Iím David Byrne
Pedaling through Dublin
Or Portland Oregon
Mic Christopher in dreadlocks
Donal Lunny and Olwen Fouere
Cycling through the city
Waving to them all there

No petrol or diesel
Youíll never get obese
A cadenza
In a musical piece
There is peace
Peace of mind
When you ride the frontier
Between nature and mankind
I think Iíll go for a rideÖ

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