on now like melting snow. But I'll spend my days in endless roaming, Soft is the grass, my bed is free. Ah, to be back now in Carrickfergus, On that long
ll come and find the place where I am lying And kneel and say an Ave there for me. And I shall hear, though soft, your tread above me And on my grave
a prowling on their beat Spring's a girl in the street at night Dirty old town Dirty old town Heard a siren from the docks Saw a train set the night on
holds nothing, dear, but you. The smiles that once you gave to me I scarcely ever see them now Though many, many times I see A dark'ning shadow on your
I dreamt that I dwelt in marble halls, With vassals and serfs at my side, and of all who assembled within those walls, That I was the hope and the pride
Margaret Barry broke my heart, with her stories and a harp. Like a moment in the dark, Margaret Barry broke my heart. Margaret Barry stole my breath
On Raglan Road on an Autumn day I met her first and knew That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue; I saw the danger, yet I walked
on the wing we had dreams and songs to sing it's so lonely 'round the Fields of Athenry. Our love was on the wing we had dreams and songs to sing
sea. You remember young Peter O'Loughlin, of course Well he?s over here at the head of the force I saw him one day as he stood on the Strand And he
stay a while I want to hear how you?re getting on I want to see you smile I?m happy to be back again And greet you one and all For there?s no place else on
loved so well Now the music's gone but they carry on For their spirit's been bruised, never broken They will not forget but their hearts are set on
Oh the winter it has passed And the summer's come at last And the small birds are singing in the trees And their little hearts are glad Ah, but mine
wild mountain thyme All around the blooming heather Will you go, lassie, go? I will build my love a tower By yon clear crystal fountain And on it I
chain yeh But Sherane dumma do dumma da Whack for my daddy oh, whack for my daddy oh and there?s whiskey in the jar I got drunk on whiskey I Loved;
music fit for angels And watch the rivers laughing as they flow. And then into a humble shack I wander My dear old home, and tenderly behold, The folks I love around the turf fire gathered On
come and sit awhile with me. You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains; You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas; I am strong, when I am on your shoulders
Vertaling: Kennedy, Brian. Elk nummer is een schreeuw om liefde.
Vertaling: Various Artists. Elke song is een Cry For Love - Brian Kennedy (Ierland).
