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Lyrics: “Dear Danny I’m taking the pen in my hand, to tell you we,re just out of site of the land. In a grand Ocean Liner I’m sailing in style. but I’m sailing away from the em’rald isle, and a long sort o’sight seems to come from us all as the waves hit the last bit of auld Donegal, Oh it is well to be you that is taking yer tay where Cutting the Corn around Creeslough to-day”
Happy Birthday to the amazing Tanita Tikaram, born on this day in 1969! We can't wait to welcome her to the National Concert on November 10th. Tickets are available now! See: https://t.co/Nnb3hRZITLpic.twitter.com/slkcI03u0V
Lyrics: “Dear Danny I’m taking the pen in my hand, to tell you we,re just out of site of the land. In a grand Ocean Liner I’m sailing in style. but I’m sailing away from the em’rald isle, and a long sort o’sight seems to come from us all as the waves hit the last bit of auld Donegal, Oh it is well to be you that is taking yer tay where Cutting the Corn around Creeslough to-day”
Happy Birthday to the amazing Tanita Tikaram, born on this day in 1969! We can't wait to welcome her to the National Concert on November 10th. Tickets are available now! See: https://t.co/Nnb3hRZITLpic.twitter.com/slkcI03u0V
Lyrics: “Dear Danny I’m taking the pen in my hand, to tell you we,re just out of site of the land. In a grand Ocean Liner I’m sailing in style. but I’m sailing away from the em’rald isle, and a long sort o’sight seems to come from us all as the waves hit the last bit of auld Donegal, Oh it is well to be you that is taking yer tay where Cutting the Corn around Creeslough to-day”
I skimmed across black water, without once submerging Onto the banks of an urban morning That hungers the first light, much much more Than mountains ever do. And she like a ghost beside me goes down with the ease of a dolphin And emerges unlearned, unscathed, unharmed. For she is the perfect creature, natural in every feature And I am the geek with the alchemists stone. For all of you who must discover, for all who seek to understand
For having left the path of others, you find a very special hand
And it is a holy thing, and it is a precious time And it is the only way Forget-me-nots among the snow, it’s always been and so it goes To ponder his death and his life eternally For all of you who must discover, for all who seek to understand
For having left the path of others, you find a very special hand
And it is a holy thing, and it is a precious time And it is the only way Forget-me-nots among the snow, it’s always been and so it goes To ponder his death and his life eternally One bright blue rose outlives all those Two thousand years and still it goes To ponder his death and his life eternally
SURPRISE! Excited to announce ‘Right On Time (In Harmony)’ with the twins comes out TONIGHT at 12pm EST. We are going for like a creepy CSN meets Queen vibe here….no big deal.
There’s a new @brandicarlile out called In These Silent Days. As usual it is magnificent. Bless this amazing singer, the Twins, their collective songwriting, and performance. I can count on one hand the performers who have impressed me this much.
2,198,715 views Apr 18, 2012 Something Beautiful is taken from the limited edition DVD package Theology. Recorded in the intimate environs of The Sugar Club.
Lyrics
I wanna make Something beautiful For you and from you To show you To show you I adore you Oh you
And your journey Towards me Which I see And I see All you push through Mad for you And because of you
I couldn’t thank you in ten thousand years If I cried ten thousand rivers of tears Ah, but you know the soul And you know what makes it gold You give life through blood Blood, blood Blood, blood Oh, blood, blood
Oh I wanna make something so lovely for you ‘Cause I promised that’s what I’d do for you With the Bible, I stole I know you forgave my soul because Such was my need on a chronic Christmas Eve And I think we’re agreed That it should have been free And you sang to me
They dress the wounds of my poor people As though they’re nothing Saying, “Peace, peace” When there’s no peace They dress the wounds of my poor people As though they’re nothing Saying, “Peace, peace, peace” When there’s no peace
Days without number Now can a bride forget her jewels? Or a maid her ornaments? Yet, my people forgotten me
Days without number Days without number And in their want Who’ll dress their wounds? Who’ll dress their wounds?