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Emma Langford – The Winding Way Down to Kells Bay #Iveraghpeninsula

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Emma Langford – The Winding Way Down to Kells Bay (Official)

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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
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Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem – Old Maid in the Garrett

Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem – Old Maid in the Garrett

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Published on Feb 9, 2008

 
 
I have often heard it said from me father and me mother
That the going to a weddin’ is the making of another
Well, if this be true, I will go without a biddin’
O kind providence, won’t you send me to a wedding
And its O dear me, how would it be, if I die an old maid in a garret
 
Well, there’s my sister Jean, she’s not handsome or good looking
Barely sixteen and she had a fella courtin’
Now she’s twenty-four with a son and a daughter
Here am I at forty-five and I’ve never had an offer
 
I can cook and I can sew and I can keep the house right tidy
Rise up in the morning and get the breakfast ready
There’s nothing in this wide world would make me half so cheery
As a wee fat manny who would call me his own deary
 
So come landsman or come kinsman, come tinker or come tailor
Come fiddler or come dancer, come ploughboy or come sailor
Come rich man, come poor man, come fool or come witty
Come any man at all that will marry me for pity
 
Well now I’m away home ’cause there’s nobody heeding
There’s nobody heedin’ to poor old Annie’s pleadin’
I’ll go away to my own wee bit garret If I can’t get a man,
then I’ll surely get a parrot
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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

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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

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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

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