Passing Through Songtext
von Help Yourself

When I was wounded at the door
I recalled an Irish song
That my father used to sing
When he was young
It told of beauty and of grace
Of Dublin ladies′ fair face
Some of beggars and the poor
When I was wounded at the door

When I was hurting well inside
I watched a moth fly fast outside
And with surprise he beat in stride
The bedside light
And I wondered if the reason
Was just the silly season
And I should be asleep
But just be wise


There goes a light
Just passing through
Oh my loves
What shall we do?
There goes a light
Just passing through
Oh my loves
What shall we do?

So I called upon a song
To which I could belong
It was a song my mother used
To sing to me
It told of gardens and of flowers
Kissed you well with secret powers
Led you home where it was warm
And you could sleep

There goes a light
Just passing through
Oh my loves
What shall we do?
There goes a light
Just passing through
Oh my loves
What shall we do?