4,515 views•Jul 3, 2009371ShareSavePaddy Barry 46K subscribers From the 1990 tv series Bringing It All Back Home.
SONNY
R. Hynes
Sonny lives on a farm, in a wide open space Take off your shoes, stay out of the race Lay down your head, on a soft river bed Sonny always remembers the words Mamma says.
Sonny don’t go away, I’m here all alone Your Daddy’s a sailor, never comes home, Nights are so long, silence goes on, I’m feeling so tired and not all that strong.
Sonny works on the land, though he’s barely a man There’s not much to do but he does what he can Sits by his window in his room by the stairs Watching the waves drifting soft on the pier.
Sonny don’t go away, I’m here all alone Your Daddy’s a sailor, never comes home, Nights are so long, silence goes on, I’m feeling so tired and not all that strong.
Many years have rolled on, Sonny’s old and alone His Daddy the sailor, never came home Sometimes he wonders what his life might have been But from the grave Mamma still haunts his dreams.
Sonny don’t go away, I’m here all alone Your Daddy’s a sailor, never comes home, Nights are so long, silence goes on, I’m feeling so tired and not all that strong.
397,802 views•Premiered Dec 18, 20187.8K109ShareSaveChoral Scholars of University College Dublin 73.5K subscribers Appalachian Air of Scottish origin arr. Desmond Earley From the album ‘Invisible Stars – Choral Works from Ireland and Scotland’ The Choral Scholars of University College Dublin Artistic Director: Desmond Earley Solos: Mark Waters and Emily Doyle Released on Signum Records BUY IT NOW: http://hyperurl.co/invisiblestars Sheet Music: http://bit.ly/2QFhUv0 HEAR IT LIVE: http://ucdchoralscholars.ie/events.php Website: http://www.ucdchoralscholars.ie Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/ucdchoralscho… Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/UCDChoral Instagram: @ChoralScholars Credits: Director & DP Ronan Fox Focus Puller Shane Caffrey Camera Assistans: Wade Enright, Sadhbh Ní Nualáin Sound Playback Trevor Cunningham Two American melodies from Kentucky are widely associated with the lyric Black is the colour of my true love’s hair. The younger melody was composed by Kentuckian John Jacob Niles, collector and performer of Appalachian folk songs, and an important influence on the American Folk revival in the 1950s. In a biography of Niles—I Wonder As I Wander—Professor Ron Pen of the University of Kentucky has observed that Niles created a completely different melody from the versions he had collected in Kentucky in 1916. The melody used for the choral arrangement on this disc is the version sung by Irish singer/songwriter Christy Moore, who learned the song from Scottish folk singer Hamish Imlach in 1968. This modern Scottish song is a rendering of an Appalachian antecedent of Niles’ version collected by Cecil Sharp in Kentucky and published in English Folk Songs from the Southern Appalachians (1917).
Well I didn’t see much future When I left the Christian brothers school So I waved it goodbye with a wistful smile And I left the girls of Tuam And sometimes when I’m reminiscing I see the prefabs and my old friends And I know that they’ll be changed or gone By the time I get home again
And I wish I was on that N 17 (Stone walls and the grasses green) Yes I wish I was on that N 17 (Stone walls and the grasses green) Travelling with just my thoughts and dreams
Well the ould fella left me to Shannon Was the last time I travelled that road and as I turned left at Claregalway I could feel a lump in my throat As I pictured the thousands of times That I travelled that well worn track And I know that things would be different If I ever decide to go back
And I wish I was on that N 17 (Stone walls and the grasses green) Yes I wish I was on that N 17 (Stone walls and the grasses green) Travelling with just my thoughts and dreams
Now as I tumble down highways Or filthy overcrowded trains There’s no one to talk to in transit So I sit there and daydream in vain And behind all these muddled up problems Of living on a foreign soil I can still see the twists and turns on the road From the square to the town of the tribes
And I wish I was on that N 17 (Stone walls and the grasses green) Yes I wish I was on that N 17 (Stone walls and the grasses green) Travelling with just my thoughts and dreams
hope you find the feet of a dancer, I hope you can sing in the rain, I hope you find all the easy answers to your pain; It won’t be easy, what can I say, There will be trouble along the way; ‘Round every corner there’s terror and fear, Always remember that we’re here. I hope you find the feet of a dancer, I hope you can sing in the rain, I hope you find all the easy answers to your pain; I hope you find love and affection, I hope you find someone who cares; I hope you find all the right directions everywhere, Everywhere. A shoulder to cry on whenever you’re alone, You can rely on us you know; Nothing too crazy, nothing too dear, Always remember that we’re here. I hope you find the feet of a dancer, I hope you can sing in the rain, I hope you find all the easy answers to your pain; I hope you find love and affection, I hope you find someone who cares; I hope you find all the right directions everywhere, Everywhere.
Sometimes when the rain comes pouring down, When it comes pouring down, Down on you. I hope you find the feet of a dancer, I hope you can sing in the rain, I hope you find all the easy answers to your pain; I hope you find love and affection, I hope you find someone who cares; I hope you find all the right directions everywhere, Everywhere. I hope you find all the right directions everywhere, Everywhere.
My heart is low, my heart is so low As only a woman’s heart can be As only a woman’s, as only a woman’s As only a woman’s heart can know
Tears that drip From my bewildered eyes Taste of bitter sweet romance You’re still in my hopes You’re still on my mind And even though I manage on my own
My heart is low, my heart is so low As only a woman’s heart can be As only a woman’s, as only a woman’s As only a woman’s heart can know
Restless eyes Reveal my troubled soul And memories flood my weary heart I mourn for my dreams I mourn for my wasted love And while I know that I’ll survive alone
My heart is low, my heart is so low As only a woman’s heart can be As only a woman’s, as only a woman’s As only a woman’s heart can know My heart is low, my heart is so low As only a woman’s heart can be As only a woman’s, as only a woman’s As only a woman’s heart can know My heart is low, my heart is so low As only a woman’s heart can be As only a woman’s, as only a woman’s
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
“Róisín Dubh” (pronounced Ro-sheen dove), meaning “Black Rose”, written in the 16th century, is one of Ireland’s most famous political songs. It is based on an older love-lyric which referred to the poet’s beloved rather than, as here, being a metaphor for Ireland. The intimate tone of the original carries over into the political song…..
Lyrics As Gaeilge…..
A Róisín ná bíodh brón ort fé’r éirigh dhuit:
Tá na bráithre ‘teacht thar sáile ‘s iad ag triall ar muir,
Tiocfaidh do phárdún ón bPápa is ón Róimh anoir
‘S ní spárálfar fíon Spáinneach ar mo Róisín Dubh.
Is fada an réim a léig mé léi ó inné ‘dtí inniu,
Trasna sléibhte go ndeachas léi, fé sheolta ar muir;
An éirne is chaith mé ‘léim í, cé gur mór é an sruth;
‘S bhí ceol téad ar gach taobh díom is mo Róisín Dubh.
Mhairbh tú mé, a bhrídeach, is nárbh fhearrde dhuit,
Is go bhfuil m’anam istigh i ngean ort ‘s ní inné ná inniu;
D’fhág tú lag anbhfann mé i ngné is i gcruth-
Ná feall orm is mé i ngean ort, a Róisín Dubh.
Shiubhalfainn féin an drúcht leat is fásaigh ghuirt,
Mar shúil go bhfaighinn rún uait nó páirt dem thoil.
A chraoibhín chumhra, gheallais domhsa go raibh grá agat dom
-‘S gurab í fíor-scoth na Mumhan í, mo Róisín Dubh.
Dá mbeadh seisreach agam threabhfainn in aghaidh na gcnoc,
is dhéanfainn soiscéal i lár an aifrinn do mo Róisín Dubh,
bhéarfainn póg don chailín óg a bhéarfadh a hóighe dhom,
is dhéanfainn cleas ar chúl an leasa le mo Róisín Dubh.
Beidh an Éirne ‘na tuiltibh tréana is réabfar cnoic,
Beidh an fharraige ‘na tonntaibh dearga is doirtfear fuil,
Beidh gach gleann sléibhe ar fud éireann is móinte ar crith,
Lá éigin sul a n-éagfaidh mo Róisín Dubh.
Lyrics in English……
Little Rose, be not sad for all that hath behapped thee:
The friars are coming across the sea, they march on the main.
From the Pope shall come thy pardon, and from Rome, from the East-
And stint not Spanish wine to my Little Dark Rose.
Long the journey that I made with her from yesterday till today,
Over mountains did I go with her, under the sails upon the sea,
The Erne I passed by leaping, though wide the flood,
And there was string music on each side of me and my Little Dark Rose!
Thou hast slain me, O my bride, and may it serve thee no whit,
For the soul within me loveth thee, not since yesterday nor today,
Thou has left me weak and broken in mien and in shape,
Betray me not who love thee, my Little Dark Rose!
I would walk the dew with thee and the meadowy wastes,
In hope of getting love from thee, or part of my will,
Frangrant branch, thou didst promise me that thou hadst for me love-
And sure the flower of all Munster is Little Dark Rose!
Had I a yoke of horses I would plough against the hills,
In middle-Mass I’d make a gospel of my Little Dark Rose,
I’d give a kiss to the young girl that would give her mouth to me,
And behind the liss would lie embracing my Little Dark Rose!
The Erne shall rise in rude torrents, hills shall be rent,
The sea shall roll in red waves, and blood be poured out,
Every mountain glen in Ireland, and the bogs shall quake
Some day ere shall perish my Little Dark Rose!
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Sinead O’Connor
Sinead O’Connor at BBC Radio Studios, London, Britain – 29 Jul 2014
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