Emma Langford – The Winding Way Down to Kells Bay (Official)
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•Dec 9, 2019
1.33K subscribers
Bruce Springsteen – My Hometown #musicaware
Lyrics
I was eight years old
And running with a dime in my hand
To the bus stop to pick
Up a paper for my old man
I’d sit on his lap in that big old Buick
And steer as we drove through town
He’d tousle my hair
And say, “son, take a good look around”
This is your hometown
This is your hometown
This is your hometown
This is your hometown”
In ’65 tension was running high
At my high school
There was a lot of fights
Between the black and white
There was nothing you could do
Two cars at a light on a Saturday night
In the back seat there was a gun
Words were passed in a shotgun blast
Troubled times had come
To my hometown
To my hometown
To my hometown
To my hometown
Now Main Street’s whitewashed windows
And vacant stores
Seems like there ain’t nobody
Wants to come down here no more
They’re closing down the textile mill
Across the railroad tracks
Foreman says, “these jobs are going, boys
And they ain’t coming back
To your hometown
To your hometown
To your hometown
To your hometown”
Last night me and Kate we laid in bed
Talking about getting out
Packing up our bags, maybe heading south
I’m thirty-five, we got a boy of our own now
Last night I sat him up behind the wheel
And said, “son, take a good look around
This is your hometown”
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Bruce Springsteen
My Hometown lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Bruce Springsteen – My Hometown #musicaware
Lyrics
I was eight years old
And running with a dime in my hand
To the bus stop to pick
Up a paper for my old man
I’d sit on his lap in that big old Buick
And steer as we drove through town
He’d tousle my hair
And say, “son, take a good look around”
This is your hometown
This is your hometown
This is your hometown
This is your hometown”
In ’65 tension was running high
At my high school
There was a lot of fights
Between the black and white
There was nothing you could do
Two cars at a light on a Saturday night
In the back seat there was a gun
Words were passed in a shotgun blast
Troubled times had come
To my hometown
To my hometown
To my hometown
To my hometown
Now Main Street’s whitewashed windows
And vacant stores
Seems like there ain’t nobody
Wants to come down here no more
They’re closing down the textile mill
Across the railroad tracks
Foreman says, “these jobs are going, boys
And they ain’t coming back
To your hometown
To your hometown
To your hometown
To your hometown”
Last night me and Kate we laid in bed
Talking about getting out
Packing up our bags, maybe heading south
I’m thirty-five, we got a boy of our own now
Last night I sat him up behind the wheel
And said, “son, take a good look around
This is your hometown”
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Bruce Springsteen
My Hometown lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Bruce Springsteen – My Hometown #musicaware
Lyrics
I was eight years old
And running with a dime in my hand
To the bus stop to pick
Up a paper for my old man
I’d sit on his lap in that big old Buick
And steer as we drove through town
He’d tousle my hair
And say, “son, take a good look around”
This is your hometown
This is your hometown
This is your hometown
This is your hometown”
In ’65 tension was running high
At my high school
There was a lot of fights
Between the black and white
There was nothing you could do
Two cars at a light on a Saturday night
In the back seat there was a gun
Words were passed in a shotgun blast
Troubled times had come
To my hometown
To my hometown
To my hometown
To my hometown
Now Main Street’s whitewashed windows
And vacant stores
Seems like there ain’t nobody
Wants to come down here no more
They’re closing down the textile mill
Across the railroad tracks
Foreman says, “these jobs are going, boys
And they ain’t coming back
To your hometown
To your hometown
To your hometown
To your hometown”
Last night me and Kate we laid in bed
Talking about getting out
Packing up our bags, maybe heading south
I’m thirty-five, we got a boy of our own now
Last night I sat him up behind the wheel
And said, “son, take a good look around
This is your hometown”
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Bruce Springsteen
My Hometown lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Lisa Hannigan & The Chieftains – My Lagan Love #musicaware
Lisa Hannigan & The Chieftains – My Lagan Love
260,426 views
Published on Feb 21, 2012
My Lagan Love
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.
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Paddy Moloney / DpMy
Lagan Love lyrics © Chrysalis Music Ltd
Brian Kennedy & Juliet Turner – The Island #musicaware
The Island, Brian Kennedy and Juliet Turner
44,838 views
Published on Apr 29, 2011
The Island
The Island (Paul Brady)
They say the skies of Lebanon are burning.
Those mighty cedars bleeding in the heat.
They’re showing pictures on the television.
Women and children dying in the street
And we’re still at it in our own place.
Still trying to reach the future through the past.
Still trying to carve tomorrow from a tombstone…
But Hey! Don’t listen to me!.
This wasn’t meant to be no sad song.
We’ve heard too much of that before.
Right now I only want to be here with you.
Till the morning dew comes falling.
I want to take you to the island.
And trace your footprints in the sand.
And in the evening when the sun goes down
We’ll make love to the sound of the ocean
They’re raising banners over by the markets
Whitewashing slogans on the shipyard walls
Witchdoctors praying for a mighty showdown
No way our holy flag is gonna fall
Up here we sacrifice our children
To feed the worn-out dreams of yesterday
And teach them dying will lead us into glory…
Now I know us plain folks don’t see all the story.
And I know this peace and love’s just copping out.
And I guess these young boys dying in the ditches.
Is just what being free is all about.
And how this twisted wreckage down on main street.
Will bring us all together in the end.
And we’ll go marching down the road to freedom….
Freedom
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Geoffrey Downes / Trevor Charles Horn
The Island lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Maura O’Connell – I Know My Love #musicaware
Brian Kennedy & Juliet Turner – The Island #musicaware
The Island, Brian Kennedy and Juliet Turner
44,838 views
Published on Apr 29, 2011
The Island
The Island (Paul Brady)
They say the skies of Lebanon are burning.
Those mighty cedars bleeding in the heat.
They’re showing pictures on the television.
Women and children dying in the street
And we’re still at it in our own place.
Still trying to reach the future through the past.
Still trying to carve tomorrow from a tombstone…
But Hey! Don’t listen to me!.
This wasn’t meant to be no sad song.
We’ve heard too much of that before.
Right now I only want to be here with you.
Till the morning dew comes falling.
I want to take you to the island.
And trace your footprints in the sand.
And in the evening when the sun goes down
We’ll make love to the sound of the ocean
They’re raising banners over by the markets
Whitewashing slogans on the shipyard walls
Witchdoctors praying for a mighty showdown
No way our holy flag is gonna fall
Up here we sacrifice our children
To feed the worn-out dreams of yesterday
And teach them dying will lead us into glory…
Now I know us plain folks don’t see all the story.
And I know this peace and love’s just copping out.
And I guess these young boys dying in the ditches.
Is just what being free is all about.
And how this twisted wreckage down on main street.
Will bring us all together in the end.
And we’ll go marching down the road to freedom….
Freedom
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Geoffrey Downes / Trevor Charles Horn
The Island lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
The Chieftains,Paolo Nutini – Hard Times Come Again No More #musicaware
Paolo Nutini – Hard Times Come Again No More
186,882 views
•Feb 29, 2012
4.46K subscribers
Lisa Hannigan & The Chieftains – My Lagan Love #musicaware
Lisa Hannigan & The Chieftains – My Lagan Love
260,426 views
Published on Feb 21, 2012
My Lagan Love
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.
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Paddy Moloney / DpMy
Lagan Love lyrics © Chrysalis Music Ltd
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