| Song | Another Day |
| Artist | Karan Casey |
| This world is made from sweat and toil | |
| Pushing muscle and elbow oil | |
| We can’t lie too long in the shade | |
| Because everyday must be remade | |
| Some days we fall some days we fly | |
| In the end we all must die | |
| Our rotten flesh and broken bones | |
| Will feed the ground that we call home | |
| Will feed the ground that we call home | |
| (Chorus:) | |
| A new sprout grows from a fallen tree | |
| This song will go on after me | |
| So lift your heart and dry your eyes | |
| |: It’s another day to live and die :| | |
| Now I’ve run naked in the wild | |
| Seen the beauty of a new born child | |
| Like the alchemists of old | |
| I’ve tried to spin my straw to gold | |
| Most times a giver some times a thief | |
| So full of hope but prone to grief | |
| Between freedom and despair | |
| I know the truth is lying there | |
| I know the truth is lying there | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Go on now don’t you worry about me | |
| You’ve miles to go and a world to see | |
| My life’s been long and full and good | |
| I’ve run this race the best I could | |
| It’s a short time here and a long apart | |
| The same song rings in both our hearts | |
| So take this guitar when I’m gone | |
| Write your rhymes and pass it on | |
| (Chorus) |
| This world is made from sweat and toil | |
| Pushing muscle and elbow oil | |
| We can' t lie too long in the shade | |
| Because everyday must be remade | |
| Some days we fall some days we fly | |
| In the end we all must die | |
| Our rotten flesh and broken bones | |
| Will feed the ground that we call home | |
| Will feed the ground that we call home | |
| Chorus: | |
| A new sprout grows from a fallen tree | |
| This song will go on after me | |
| So lift your heart and dry your eyes | |
| : It' s another day to live and die nbsp: | |
| Now I' ve run naked in the wild | |
| Seen the beauty of a new born child | |
| Like the alchemists of old | |
| I' ve tried to spin my straw to gold | |
| Most times a giver some times a thief | |
| So full of hope but prone to grief | |
| Between freedom and despair | |
| I know the truth is lying there | |
| I know the truth is lying there | |
| Chorus | |
| Go on now don' t you worry about me | |
| You' ve miles to go and a world to see | |
| My life' s been long and full and good | |
| I' ve run this race the best I could | |
| It' s a short time here and a long apart | |
| The same song rings in both our hearts | |
| So take this guitar when I' m gone | |
| Write your rhymes and pass it on | |
| Chorus |