The fog of illusion, the fog of confusion is hanging all over the world.

Hark, now hear the sailors cry, smell the sea, and feel the sky let your soul & spirit fly, into the mystic.

Meet them halfway with love, peace, and persuasion, and expect them to rise for the occasion.

When I think of that dear rugged cross where the dear Saviour gave his all... When I feel like I'm on my last go round, see me through.

I'll tell you what does impress me: the fact that a lot of the cats who were our idols are still out there doing it. That impresses me very much.

In order to win you must be prepared to lose sometime. And leave one or two cards showing.

I went back to Belfast and started a club, the Maritime. No one had thought about doing a blues club, so I was the first.