Irish Descendants - Malachy lyrics

I was making my way down Brafton street, my head was in a spin Not knowing my destination, not knowing where I'd been The world and all it's pressures kept forcin' me to rush I stepped inside old Malachy's place and felt a soothing hush Malachy stood behind the bar dressed in his apron white A philosopher of sort, he claimed, and sometimes he was right A curious combination of poet and of sage Yet he had a healthy outlook you won't find on any page Chorus He said, "Sit down, what's your hurry? No need to move so fast Life will offer you many things, and some that may not last The things that we ought to cherish and search for till the end Are the moments we chance upon, like the beauty of the setting sun And I haven't met a man yet I cannot call my friend." "I've made some observations of this species we call man Some clear miscalculations have been drifting from the plan" Malachy pulled another pint, delighted when I asked "What's this plan you speak about?" He said, "About the task Of giving his philosophies and sharing his own views Of life and all it's secrets, so recognized by few A simple affirmation to live by day to day He placed his elbows on the bar, and then I heard him say Chorus Been a long time traveling, he'd seen many distant lands He'd lived in many cultures and shaken many hands With a tried and true philosophy and a prayer for every day He placed his elbows on the bar, and then I heard him say Chorus