No Matter Where You Go, There You Are-Luka Bloom

[ti:No Matter Where You Go, There You Are] [ar:Luka Bloom] [al:Innocence] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]No Matter Where You Go, There You Are - Luka Bloom (卢卡·布鲁姆) [00:21.92]I'll sing to you of a carpenter a Muslim man [00:26.33]He was forced to join an army he chose to leave his land [00:30.88]He was born in Northern Africa with the desert all around [00:34.72] [00:35.29]He loved his innocent childhood in the bosom of a desert town [00:39.13] [00:41.08]Mohamed left Algeria his family and his friends [00:44.86] [00:45.37]Knowing he would never see his loved ones ever again [00:49.14] [00:50.43]You must go follow your star [00:53.74] [00:54.90]No matter where you go there you are [00:58.23] [00:59.27]No matter where you go there are you [01:02.59] [01:03.51]So don't let go of what you know to be true [01:07.19] [01:16.70]Mohamed went to Amsterdam to Paris and to Rome [01:20.46] [01:21.19]Nowhere in these cities did Mohamed feel at home [01:24.85] [01:25.39]He'd walk the streets into the night thrown-out wood to find [01:29.35] [01:29.99]Making wooden boxes occupied his mind [01:33.86] [01:35.68]Little wooden boxes in a line on Mohamed's stand [01:39.41] [01:40.20]Bringing food and shelter to a Muslim man [01:44.02] [01:45.05]You must go follow your star [01:48.52] [01:49.66]No matter where you go there you are [01:52.93] [01:54.07]No matter where you go there are you [01:57.42] [01:58.35]So don't let go of what you know to be true [02:01.93] [02:11.28]One summer's day in Paris he heard a haunting sound [02:15.70]Of a lonesome Irish fiddle he let his tools fall down [02:20.21]Looking up he could not see the man whose music filled this place [02:24.71]But he knew his heart was breaking and the tears rolled down his face [02:29.04] [02:30.11]Mohamed walked until he saw the man with a fiddle to his chin [02:34.28] [02:34.80]He stood and let the music glow underneath his skin [02:39.20]He felt longing for Algeria and loving for this song [02:42.98] [02:43.71]How the music of a stranger helps the dreamer move along [02:47.78] [02:49.16]And the carpenter and the fiddler became the best of friends [02:53.79]And Mohamed lives in Galway where the music never ends [02:58.76]You must go follow your star [03:02.35] [03:03.39]No matter where you go there you are [03:06.81] [03:07.86]No matter where you go there are you [03:11.16] [03:12.13]So don't let go of what you know to be true [03:15.89] [03:27.14]By the Claddagh in the evening you might see this southern man [03:31.51]Selling boxes toys and fiddles made with Muslim hand [03:35.56] [03:36.27]Don't you feel no pity nor think he is alone [03:40.37]For the music in his spirit is his shelter and his home [03:44.44] [03:45.48]Mohamed's fire ignited with the ancient jigs and reels [03:50.42]He sometimes chants in Arabic across the Galway fields [03:54.91]His prayers go to Moher out to the Atlantic sea [03:59.34]And echo to Algeria to the land he had to flee [04:03.35] [04:04.30]You must go follow your star [04:07.79] [04:08.90]No matter where you go there you are [04:12.32] [04:13.24]No matter where you go there are you [04:16.59] [04:17.55]So don't let go of what you know to be true [04:21.22] [04:32.51]There's a woman in Algeria she looks across the sand [04:36.27] [04:37.02]And hears a loved one's prayer from the distant land