When all beside a vigil keep, The West’s asleep, the West’s asleep – Alas! and well may Erin weep When Connacht lies in slumber deep. There lake and plain smile fair and free, ‘Mid rocks their guardian chivalry. Sing, Oh! let man learn liberty From crashing wind and lashing sea.
That chainless wave and lovely land Freedom and nationhood demand; Be sure the great God never planned For slumb’ring slaves a home so grand. And long a brave and haughty race Honoured and sentinelled the place. Sing, Oh! not even their sons’ disgrace Can quite destroy their glory’s trace.
For often, in O’Connor’s van, To triumph dashed each Connacht clan. And fleet as deer the Normans ran Thro’ Corrsliabh Pass and Ardrahan; And later times saw deeds as brave, And glory guards Clanricard’s grave, Sing, Oh! they died their land to save At Aughrim’s slopes and Shannon’s wave.
And if, when all a vigil keep, The West’s asleep! the West’s asleep! Alas! and well may Erin weep That Connacht lies in s1umber deep. But, hark! a voice like thunder spake, The West’s awake! the West’s awake! Sing, Oh! hurrah! let England quake, We’ll watch till death for Erin’s sake
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Lord, if I ever needed someone, I need You Lord, if I ever needed someone, I need You
See me through the daytime (See me through the daytime) And through the long, lonely night Lead me through the darkness (Ooh-ooh-ooh) And on into the light
To stand with me when I’m troubled (Stand with me when I’m troubled) And help me through my strife At times, get so uncertain, I turn to You (Ooh-ooh-ooh) Turn to You in my young life
Lord, if I ever needed someone, I need You Lord, if I ever needed someone, I need You
Someone to hold on to (Someone to hold to) And keep me from all fear Someone to be my guiding light (Ooh-ooh-ooh) And keep me ever dear
To keep me from all my selfishness (Keep me from all selfishness) To keepin’ me from all my sorrow To lead me onto givingness (Ooh-ooh-ooh) So I can see a new tomorrow
Lord, if I ever needed someone, I need You Lord, if I ever needed someone, I need You
Someone to walk with Oh, someone to hold by the hand Someone to talk with Someone to understand Eh (yeah) Yeah (yeah)To call on when I need You (Call on when I need You) And I need You very much To open up my arms to You (Feel Your tender touch) Feel Your tender touch
To feel it and to keep it (Feel it and keep it) Tuck it right here in my soul (yeah-yeah) And care for it and keep it with me (Never, never to grow old) Never to grow old
Lord, if I ever needed someone, I need You Lord, if I ever needed someone, I need You One more time again Lord, if I ever needed, needed someone, I need You Lord, oh, if I ever needed someone, I need You
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Dolores O’Riordan
The Cranberries in concert, Olympia. Paris, France – 04 May 2017
198,188,993 views Feb 8, 2014The Cranberries – Zombie (Album No Need to Argue 1994) “Beneath the Skin” Live concert at the Palais Omnisports de Paris-Bercy 1999 Paris, France Dolores O’Riordan – Vocals, Guitar Noel Hogan – Guitar Mike Hogan – Bass Guitar Fergal Lawler – Drums
Lyrics
Another head hangs lowly Child is slowly taken And the violence, caused such silence Who are we mistaken?
But you see, it’s not me It’s not my family In your head, in your head, they are fighting With their tanks, and their bombs And their bombs, and their guns In your head, in your head they are crying
In your head, in your head Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie What’s in your head, in your head Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie, oh
Do, do, do, do Do, do, do, do Do, do, do, do Do, do, do, do
Another mother’s breaking Heart is taking over When the violence causes silence We must be mistaken
It’s the same old theme Since nineteen-sixteen In your head, in your head, they’re still fighting With their tanks, and their bombs And their bombs, and their guns In your head, in your head, they are dying
In your head, in your head Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie What’s in your head, in your head Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, ay, oh, ya ya
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Dolores O’Riordan
The Cranberries in concert, Olympia. Paris, France – 04 May 2017
On Raglan Road on an autumn day I saw her first and knew That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue; I saw the danger, yet I passed along the enchanted way, And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day.
On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the ledge Of the deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion’s pledge, The Queen of Hearts still making tarts and I not making hay Oh I loved too much and by such by such is happiness thrown away.
I gave her gifts of the mind I gave her the secret sign that’s known To the artists who have known the true gods of sound and stone And word and tint without stint for I gave her poems to say. With her own name there and her own dark hair like clouds over fields of May
On a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see her walking now Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow That I had loved not as I should a creature made of clay When the angel woos the clay he’d lose his wings at the dawn of day.