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The Chieftains, the world’s most celebrated traditional Irish band, marked their 50th anniversary with the release of Voice of Ages on February 21st 2012 (Hear/Concord). An imaginative collaboration featuring a dazzling collection of like-minded musical visionaries and kindred spirits, Voice of Ages, produced by Paddy Moloney and T Bone Burnett, features The Chieftains teaming with stars from the worlds of indie-rock (Bon Iver, The Decemberists, The Low Anthem), country and Americana (The Civil Wars, Pistol Annies, Carolina Chocolate Drops, Punch Brothers), Irish and Scottish folk (Imelda May, Lisa Hannigan, Paolo Nutini) and more… Support The Chiefttains and purchase the whole album here: http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/voic…
Where Lagan stream sings lullaby There blows a lily fair The twilight gleam is in her eye The night is on her hair And like a love-sick lennan-shee She has my heart in thrall Nor life I owe nor liberty For love is lord of all.
And often when the beetle’s horn Hath lulled the eve to sleep I steal unto her shieling lorn And thru the dooring peep. There on the cricket’s singing stone, She spares the bogwood fire, And hums in sad sweet undertone The songs of heart’s desire
Nor life I owe nor liberty For love is lord of all. For love is lord of all.
I’ve worn out the stones in front of your doorstep Coming and going, coming and going You kept the lights on, I always knew that I should’ve said “thank you” a thousand miles ago But I pushed you away, put a pin in a map Then I got lost in the storm
Had to find my own way, make my own mistakes But you know that I had to go Ain’t no yellow brick road running through Glasgow But I found one that’s stronger than stone Ain’t no place like home, ain’t no place like home
Moon hanging low over my window Shoebox of dreams hid under my bed Follow the bright light city of gold I had to leave to realize all I needed was here Mama, we both know that there’s nothing That a little time and Patsy Cline wouldn’t fix
Had to find my own way, make my own mistakes But you know that I had to go Ain’t no yellow brick road running through Glasgow But I found one that’s stronger than stone Ain’t no place like home, ain’t no place like home
I’ll just click my heels three more times There it all is, what’s always been mine
Ain’t no yellow brick road running through Glasgow But I found one that’s stronger than stone Ain’t no place like home, ain’t no place like home Ain’t no place like home, ain’t no place like home
Ain’t no place like home, ain’t no place like home
When you feel your love’s been taken When you know there’s something missing In the dark, we’re barely hanging on Then you rest your head upon my chest And you feel like there ain’t nothing left I’m afraid that what we had is gone
Then I think of the start And it echoes a spark And I remember the magic electricity Then I look in my heart There’s a light in the dark Still a flicker of hope that you first gave to me That I wanna keep Please don’t leave Please don’t leave
When you lay there and you’re sleeping Hear the patterns of your breathing And I tell you things you’ve never heard before Asking questions to the ceiling Never knowing what you’re thinking I’m afraid that what we had is gone
Then I think of the start And it echoes a spark And I remember the magic electricity Then I look in my heart There’s a light in the dark Still a flicker of hope that you first gave to me That I wanna keep Please don’t leave Please don’t leave
And I want this to pass And I hope this won’t last Last too long
Then I think of the start And it echoes a spark And I remember the magic electricity Then I look in my heart There’s a light in the dark Still a flicker of hope that you first gave to me That I wanna keep Please don’t leave Please don’t leave
Love is like a butterfly As soft and gentle as a sigh The multicolored moods of love are like its satin wings Love makes your heart feel strange inside It flutters like soft wings in flight Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing
I feel it when you’re with me It happens when you kiss me That rare and gentle feeling that I feel inside Your touch is soft and gentle Your kiss is warm and tender Whenever I am with you I think of butterflies
Love is like a butterfly The multicolored moods of love are like its satin wings Love makes your heart feel strange inside It flutters like soft wings in flight Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing
Your laughter brings me sunshine Everyday is spring time And I am only happy when you are by my side How precious is this love we share How very precious, sweet and rare Together we belong like daffodils and butterflies
Love is like a butterfly As soft and gentle as a sigh The multicolored moods of love are like its satin wings Love makes your heart feel strange inside It flutters like soft wings in flight Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing
Last night as I lay dreamin’ Of pleasant days gone by Me mind bein’ bent on rambling To Ireland I did fly I stepped on board a vision and I followed with the wind Till first I came to anchor at The cross at Spancil Hill
It being the 23rd of June The day before the fair Where Ireland’s sons and daughters And friends assembled there The young, the old The brave and the bold came Their duty to fulfill At the parish church near Clooney A mile from Spancil Hill
I went to see my neighbours to See what they might say The old ones were all dead and gone The young ones turning grey I met the tailor Quigley He’s as bold as ever still He used to mend my britches when I lived in Spancil Hill
I took a flying visit to my one and only love She’s as white as any lily As gentle as a dove She threw her arms around Me, saying “Johnny, i love you still” She is Nell, the farmer’s daughter The pride of Spancil Hill
I dreamt I held and kissed her As in the days of old Saying, “Johnny, you’re only joking As many’s the time before” But the cock, he crew in the morning He crew both loud and shrill I awoke in California Many miles from Spancil Hill
When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary When troubles come and my heart burdened be Then, I am still and wait here in the silence Until You 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 You raise me up to more than I can be
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 You raise me up to more than I can be.
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 You raise me up to more than I can be.
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 You raise me up to more than I can be.
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