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Lyrics: “Dear Danny I’m taking the pen in my hand, to tell you we,re just out of site of the land. In a grand Ocean Liner I’m sailing in style. but I’m sailing away from the em’rald isle, and a long sort o’sight seems to come from us all as the waves hit the last bit of auld Donegal, Oh it is well to be you that is taking yer tay where Cutting the Corn around Creeslough to-day”
2,260 viewsJun 22, 2018515ShareSaveMaura O’Connell – Topic 549 subscribers Provided to YouTube by Believe SAS Trouble in the Fields · Maura O’Connell A Woman’s Heart 2 ℗ Dolphin Released on: 1994-10-08 Composer: Griffith Composer: West Music Publisher: D.R Auto-generated by YouTube.
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
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Songwriters: Nanci Griffith / Rick West
Trouble in the Fields lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
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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; Just barrin’ the belles of the Black-a-moor brand And the chocolate shapes of Feegee. But 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. Encore verse I’ve struck oil at last! I’ve struck work, and I vow I’ve struck some remarkable clothes, I’ve struck a policeman for sayin’ that now, I’d go back to my beautiful Rose. The belles they may blarney, the boys they may bluff But this I will always maintain, No place in the world like Ballyjamesduff No guril (sic) like Rosie Kilrain. I’ve paid for my passage, the sea may be rough But borne on each breeze there will be, Come back, Paddy Reilly to Ballyjamesduff Come home, Paddy Reilly, to me.
Provided to YouTube by Columbia Nashville What Will Baby Be · Dolly Parton Slow Dancing With The Moon ℗ 1993 Sony Music Entertainment Inc. Released on: 1993-02-23 Producer: Steve Buckingham Background Vocal, Vocal Arranger: Richard Dennison Background Vocal: Jenifer O’Brien-Enoch Assistant Producer: Cari Landers Background Vocal: Howard Smith Background Vocal: Vicki Hampton Unknown: Carlos Grier Engineer, Mixing Engineer: Gary Paczosa Guitar, Mandolin: Steve Gibson Assistant Engineer: Craig White Fiddle, Mandolin: Jimmy Mattingly Assistant Engineer: John David Parker Assistant Engineer: John Kunz Acoustic Guitar: Bruce Watkins Assistant Engineer: Wayne Morgan Electric Guitar: Kent Wells Assistant Engineer: John Hurley Steel Guitar: John Hughey Steel Guitar: Sonny Garrish Mastering Engineer: Denny Purcell Steel Guitar: Paul Franklin Harmonica, Percussion: Terry McMillan Drums: Steve Turner Keyboards: Michael Davis Piano: Paul Hollowell Piano: John Barlow Jarvis Piano: Mitch Humphries Accordion: Joey Miskulin Bass: Paul Uhrig Uilleann Pipes: Paddy Corcoran Auto-generated by YouTube.
Lyrics
A young couple marries, already fighting
Along comes baby makin’ them three
Trouble’s all he hears from the time he’s in didies
Baby don’t know just what to believe
Angry words and spiteful actions
Baby’s gonna cut his teeth on these
If that’s gonna be the main attraction
What will the baby be, what will baby be
Baby needs love and needs direction
Baby’s first school is the family
For they are only a reflection
Of the things they see, what will baby be
What will baby be after baby is grown
What will baby do if baby don’t know what’s right or wrong
Got to show them love, got to teach them truth
‘Cause what baby is when baby grows up
Well, that depends entirely on me and you
Depends entirely on me and you
Baby thinks God is just a curse word
Never said a prayer ’cause he’s never been taught
They remember and repeat what they’ve heard
So I ask who’s really at fault
So many questions, so few answers
So many lessons we don’t teach
Stumbling through like clumsy dancers
What will baby be, what will baby be
What will baby be after baby is grown
What will baby do when baby is out there on his own
Teach the children how to be all they should be
‘Cause what baby is when baby grows up
Depends entirely on you and me
Depends entirely on you and me
What will baby be
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Songwriters: Dolly Parton
What Will Baby Be lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
14,405,817 views Mar 22, 2024 #6 on Trending for musicOfficial Lyric Video for “Too Sweet” by Hozier Listen to The ‘Unheard EP’ out now: https://hozier.lnk.to/UnheardEP Lyrics
It can’t be said I’m an early bird
It’s ten o’clock before I say a word
Baby, I can never tell
How do you sleep so well
You keep telling me to live right
To go to bed before daylight
But then you wake up for the sunrise
You know you don’t gotta pretend
Baby, now and then
Don’t you just wanna wake up
Dark as a lake
Smelling like a bonfire
Lost in a haze
If you’re drunk on life, babe
I think it’s great
But while in this world I think I’ll take my whiskey neat
My coffee black and my bed at three
You’re too sweet for me You’re too sweet for me
I take my whiskey neat My coffee black and my bed at three
You’re too sweet for me
You’re too sweet for me
I aim low I aim true and the ground is where I go
I work late where I’m free from the phone
And the job gets done
But you worry some, I know
But who wants to live forever babe
You treat your mouth as if it’s heaven’s gate
The rest of you like you’re the TSA
I wish that I could go along Babe, don’t get me wrong
You know you’re bright as the morning
As soft as the rain
Pretty as a vine
As sweet as a grape
If you can sit in a barrel
Maybe I’ll wait
Until that day I’d rather take my whiskey neat
My coffee black and my bed at three
You’re too sweet for me
You’re too sweet for me
I take my whiskey neat
My coffee black and my bed at three
You’re too sweet for me You’re too sweet for me
I take my whiskey neat My coffee black and my bed at three
You’re too sweet for me You’re too sweet for me
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Lyrics
Eurus
Afer Ventus
So the world goes round and round
With all you ever knew
They say the sky high above
Is Caribbean blue?
If every man says all he can
If every man is true
Do I believe the sky above
Is Caribbean blue?
Boreas
Zephyrus
If all you told was turned to gold
If all you dreamed was new
Imagine sky high above
In Caribbean blue
Eurus
Afer Ventus
Boreas
Zephyrus
Africus
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Roma Ryan / Eithne Ni Bhraonain / Nicky Ryan
Caribbean Blue lyrics © Emi Music Publishing Ltd
Lyrics:
Theres one fair county in Ireland
With memories so glorious and grand
Where nature has lavished its bounty
On the orchard of Erins green land
I love its cathedral city
Once founded by Patrick so true
And there in the heart of its bosom
Lie the ashes of Brian Boru
Its my old Irish home
Far across the foam
Although I’ve often left it
In foreign lands to roam
No matter where I wander
Through cities near and far
My hearts at home in old Ireland
In the county of Armagh
I’ve travelled through parts of this county
Through Newtown, Forkhill, Crossmaglen
And round by the gap of Mountnorris
And home by Blackwater again
Where the girls are so gay and so hearty
None fairer in Erin go Bragh
And where are the boys that can court them
The boys of the county Armagh
Its my old Irish home
Far across the foam
Although I’ve often left it In foreign lands to roam
No matter where I wander
Through cities near and far
My hearts at home in old Ireland In the county of Armagh
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