Daniel O’Donnell – Come Back Paddy Reilly to Ballyjamesduff by Percy French #Cavan  🇮🇪 😀 with thanks to RTE

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Daniel performs the popular Irish ballad by Percy French at the Green Glens Arena in Millstreet, County Cork on New Year’s Eve 1994.

Lyrics

The Garden of Eden has vanished, they say

But I know the lie of it still;

Just turn to the left at the bridge of Finea

And stop when halfway to Cootehill.

‘Tis there I will find it, I know sure enough

When fortune has come to me call,

Oh the grass it is green around Ballyjamesduff

And the blue sky is over it all.

And tones that are tender and tones that are gruff

Are whispering over the sea,

Come back, Paddy Reilly to Ballyjamesduff

Come home, Paddy Reilly, to me.

My mother once told me that when I was born

The day that I first saw the light,

I looked down the street on that very first morn

And gave a great crow of delight.

Now most newborn babies appear in a huff,

And start with a sorrowful squall,

But I knew I was born in Ballyjamesduff

And that’s why I smiled on them all.

The baby’s a man, now he’s toil-worn and tough

Still, whispers come over the sea,

Come back, Paddy Reilly to Ballyjamesduff

Come home, Paddy Reilly, to me.

The night that we danced by the light of the moon,

Wid Phil to the fore wid his flute,

When Phil threw his lip over

Come Again Soon, He’s dance the foot out o’ yer boot!

The day that I took long Magee by the scruff

For slanderin’ Rosie Kilrain,

Then, marchin’ him straight out of Ballyjamesduff,

Assisted him into a drain.

Oh, sweet are the dreams, as the dudeen I puff,

Of whisperings over the sea,

Come back, Paddy Reilly to Ballyjamesduff

Come home, Paddy Reilly, to me.

I’ve loved the young women of every land,

That always came easy to me; J

ust barrin’ the belles of the Black-a-moor brand And the chocolate shapes of Feegee. B

ut that sort of love is a moonshiny stuff,

And never will addle me brain,

For the bells will be ringin’ in Ballyjamesduff

For me and me Rosie Kilrain!

And through all their glamour, their gas and their guff

A whisper comes over the sea,

Come back, Paddy Reilly to Ballyjamesduff

Come home, Paddy Reilly, to me.

Maura O’Connell – Trouble in the Fields by Nanci Griffith from A Woman’s Heart #musicaware

Trouble in the Fields

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Trouble in the Fields

Nanci Griffith

Baby I know that we’ve got trouble in the fields
When the bankers swarm like locust out there turning away our yield
The trains roll by our silos, silver in the rain
They leave our pockets full of nothing
But our dreams and the golden grain

Have you seen the folks in line downtown at the station
They’re all buying their ticket out and talking the great depression
Our parents had their hard times fifty years ago
When they stood out in these empty fields in dust as deep as snow

And all this trouble in our fields
If this rain can fall, these wounds can heal
They’ll never take our native soil
But if we sell that new John Deere
And then we’ll work these crops with sweat and tears
You’ll be the mule I’ll be the plow
Come harvest time we’ll work it out
There’s still a lot of love, here in these troubled fields

There’s a book up on the shelf about the dust bowl days
And there’s a little bit of you and a little bit of me
In the photos on every page
Now our children live in the city and they rest upon our shoulders
They never want the rain to fall or the weather to get colder

And all this trouble in our fields
If this rain can fall, these wounds can heal
They’ll never take our native soil
But if we sell that new John Deere
And then we’ll work these crops with sweat and tears
You’ll be the mule I’ll be the plow
Come harvest time we’ll work it out
There’s still a lot of love, here in these troubled fields

You’ll be the mule I’ll be the plow
Come harvest time we’ll work it out
There’s still a lot of love, here in these troubled fields

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Nanci Griffith / Rick West

Trouble in the Fields lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management