Cranberries Tribute | The Late Late Show | RTÉ One
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Dolores O’Riordan
The Cranberries in concert, Olympia. Paris, France – 04 May 2017
In loving memory of Eamon Langford Official music video for ‘The Winding Way Down to Kells Bay’, by Emma Langford. The Winding Way Down to Kells Bay is the second single from Emma Langford’s second album, due for release in 2020 Emma’s debut album Quiet Giant is available across all online platforms, buy or download from https://emmalangfordmusic.bandcamp.com With thanks to all who featured, helped, inspired and contributed Song lyrics & melody by Emma Langford Music Video by Enigmed Track produced by Chris O’Brien & Graham Murphy at The Production Suite, Dublin Mastered by Richard Dowling at Wav Mastering, Limerick Musicians: Lucia Mac Partlin; Maria Ryan; Peter Hanagan; Davey Long; Graham Murphy; Kealan Kenny; Ray Yrure Featuring: Molly Ryan; Scarlett the dog; Seán Garvey; Laoise Egan; Darragh Lynch; The Ivereagh Peninsula; Kells Bay Follow Emma: Facebook: @emmalangfordmusic Twitter: @ELangfordMusic Instagram: @EmmaLangfordMusic
The water is wide ‘n I can’t cross oer, ‘N neither have I wings to fly, Give me a boat that can carry two, And both shall row, My love and I.
For love is gentle and love is kind, And love is sweet when first it’s new, But love grows old and waxes cold, And fades away like mornin’ dew.
There is a ship and it sails the sea, She’s loaded deep as deep can be, But not as deep as the love I’m in, I know not how I sink or swim.
The water is wide ‘n I can’t cross oer, ‘N neither have I wings to fly, Give me a boat that can carry two, And both shall row, My love and I. And both shall row, My love and I.
Cranberries Tribute | The Late Late Show | RTÉ One
28,267 viewsSep 4, 2021
The Late Late Show 208K subscribers Watch The Late Late Show live and on-demand from anywhere in the world at http://www.rte.ie/player The Late Late Show | Fridays | RTÉ One, 9:35pm Irish Time
Mandatory Credit: Photo by EDMOND SADAKA EDMOND/SIPA/REX/Shutterstock (8799004g)
Dolores O’Riordan
The Cranberries in concert, Olympia. Paris, France – 04 May 2017
Winter Sun Christmas single released November 28th Stream on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/1bUf1…Carrigafoyle Castle Co. Kerry Ireland Nat Mon No 349
Full Works Survey Interior and exterior
The castle built in 1490 is set within the flat landscape of the wider Shannon Estuary and is sheltered by the small island of Carrig only 200m to the north across the salt marsh which is inundated at high tide. The medieval Church of Carrigafoyle stands opposite the castle and is built in the same style.
Carrigafoyle Castle, built between the years 1490 and 1500, is considered one of the strongest of Irish fortresses. It stands on a rock in a small bay off the Shannon estuary, and its name is an Anglicisation of the Irish, Carraig an Phoill “rock of the hole”.
Now a listed National Monument, its battlements provide stunning views of the estuary and the most interesting feature of the building is the dock, which allowed boats to tie up safely. This was particularly important when in the 1500’s the O’Connor’s of Kerry held political power over the area which allowed them to “inspect” ships passing to and from the port of Limerick.
You approached me in the darkness A figure I knew well The silhouette was known to me But it was far too soon to tell
With each step that you drew towards me I knew you less and less A creature of your likeness With a kind of hollowness
And all that winter sun Has ever gave to me Was a couple hours of light And a heat I couldn’t feel So don’t you come to me So bright and bold You promised me the world But you left it in the cold
And I was waiting for the heat to come The light it touched my skin I kept waiting for the heat to come But the cold came creeping in
Like stepping out onto a frozen lake Hid underneath the snow I put my trust in something bound to break But how could I have known
And all that winter sun Has ever gave to me Was a couple hours of light And a heat I couldn’t feel So don’t you come to me So bright and bold You promised me the world But you left it in the cold
And I’ve been blinded by sunshine And oh I hate how sweet the world has seemed Bathed in your cold light
And all that winter sun Has ever gave to me Was a couple hours of light And a heat I couldn’t feel So don’t you come to me So bright and bold You promised me the world But you left it in the cold
And all that winter sun Has ever gave to me Was a couple hours of light And a heat I couldn’t feel So don’t you come to me So bright and bold You promised me the world But you left it in the cold
The water is wide ‘n I can’t cross oer, ‘N neither have I wings to fly, Give me a boat that can carry two, And both shall row, My love and I.
For love is gentle and love is kind, And love is sweet when first it’s new, But love grows old and waxes cold, And fades away like mornin’ dew.
There is a ship and it sails the sea, She’s loaded deep as deep can be, But not as deep as the love I’m in, I know not how I sink or swim.
The water is wide ‘n I can’t cross oer, ‘N neither have I wings to fly, Give me a boat that can carry two, And both shall row, My love and I. And both shall row, My love and I.
As I walk the road from Killeshandra weary I sat down For it’s twelve long miles around the lake to get to Cavan Town Though Oughter and the road I go once seemed beyond compare Now I curse the time it takes to reach my Cavan girl so fair
The autumn shades are on the leaves, the trees will soon be bare Each red-coat leaf around me seems the colour of her hair My gaze retreats to find my feet and once again I sigh As the broken pools of sky remind me of the colour of her eyes
At the Cavan cross each Sunday morning, where she can be found And she seems to have the eye of every boy in Cavan Town If my luck will hold I’ll have the golden summer of her smile And to break the hearts of Cavan men she’ll talk to me a while
So next Sunday evening finds me homeward – Killeshandra bound – To work the week till I return to court in Cavan Town When asked if she would be my bride, at least she’d not say no So next Sunday morning I’ll rouse myself and back to her I’ll go
As I walk the road from Killeshandra weary I sat down For it’s twelve long miles around the lake to get to Cavan Town Though Oughter and the road I go once seemed beyond compare Now I curse the time it takes to reach my Cavan girl so fair Now I curse the time it takes to reach my Cavan girl so fair