An Irish Heartbeat

Paul Ferris

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Everything I Own

Lyrics by David Gates

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You Ain’t Seen Nothin Yet

Written by Randy Bachman

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Sorry Seems To Be The Hardest Word

Words & Music by Elton John & Bernie Taupin

All rights in Germany administered by Universal Music Publ. GmbH.

Used by permission of Music Sales Limited.

Positively 4th Street

Lyrics by Bob Dylan

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Annie's Song

Words and Music by John Denver

State One Songs America (ASCAP)/ FSMGI (IMRO)

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Bright Blue Rose

Words by Jimmy MacCarthy

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Romeo And Juliet

Words & Music by Mark Knopfler

Universal Music Publishing Limited.

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Kiss You All Over

Words & Music by Nicky Chinn & Mike Chapman

BMG Music Publishing Limited.

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In My Life

Lyrics by John Lennon/Paul McCartney

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For Geraldine

‘.…My childhood days bring back sad reflections
Of happy times I spent so long ago
My boyhood friends and my own relations
Have all passed on now like melting snow.…’

(Carrickfergus)

Biography

Paul Ferris was born in 1965. He left his native Northern Ireland in 1981 to pursue a career as a Professional Footballer. He lives in Northumberland with his wife and three children.

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He awoke on a bed he’d last slept in 22 years ago. As the morning sun stabbed its way through the defenceless curtains, the strange familiarity of the room unnerved him. Many times he had told himself he would never return. For too long, he had been afraid to come back. As he cast his eyes around the cramped and dusty room, he felt as though he had stepped into another lifetime.

Every part of the bedroom was as he remembered it. Yet everything was different. It was as if the entire colour had been sucked out of it over the years. It was a room no longer of its time. He lay in the silence and ran his hand along the faded blue wall he once helped his father to paint. He thought of the last time he lay in this bed. She was by his side then. He hoped she would be there forever, until he destroyed himself and abandoned her. No, it wasn’t his old bedroom that had changed, it was him. This was the room of his innocence. Today, he was looking at it through a distorted lens. He’d changed so much since he last called this place his home.