The Guess by Kevin Nolan (c) 

Find a way,

that’s what we have to do,

Find a way. 
Sure her heart is weak, she can't speak 

but we'll go through the forest 

we will cross the river 

we will bring the forest down 

White woman in the woods of soot 
whittling a wedding dress 
said dark is the council of man 
for man is master of the guess. She skipped bail and two army ships set sail, let the waves take her west 

 

and somewhere sitting on a suit case a man begins to weep and beat his chest 

and beat his chest 
       and beat his chest 
               and beat his chest 
                               and beat his chest 

Find a way 
bring her back to him 
Find a way 
Sure the tale is grim chances slimming 
but we'll go through the forest 
we will cross the river 
we will bring the forest down 

Awe, awe, awe, 
                  Awe, awe, awe, 
Awe, awe, awe, 
                  Awe, awe, awe, 


and beat his chest 
       and beat his chest 
                and beat his chest 
                       and beat his chest

                       and beat his chest

                       and beat his chest

                       and beat his chest

                       and beat his chest

                       and beat his chest

                       and beat his chest

                       and beat his chest

                       and beat his chest

                       and beat his chest

                       and beat his chest

                       and beat his chest

                       and beat his chest

                       and beat his chest

                       and beat his chest

                       and beat his chest