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Niall Horan, Maren Morris – Seeing Blind

TODAY — Pictured: Maren Morris on Friday, March 8, 2019 — (Photo by: Nathan Congleton/NBC/NBCU Photo Bank)

Lyrics

I have seen, seen it all in paper dreams
Watched it all full on the screen
But never understood
I have heard, have heard you speak a million words
Now you’re talking to me first
Never thought you would

Oh, my, my, you just took me by surprise
And I can’t believe my eyes
Oh, I must be seeing blind
Oh no, my, you are too good to be all mine
Now I’m looking in your eyes
Oh, I must be seeing blind

I was young, my heart was always on the run
But you made lovin’ fun
I never knew it could be, ey
I see you from a different point of view
Feel it’s too good to be true
I found my missing piece

Oh, my, my, you just took me by surprise
And I can’t believe my eyes
Oh, I must be seeing blind
Oh no, my, you are too good to be all mine
Now I’m looking in your eyes
Oh, I must be seeing blind
Oh, no

Oh, my, my
When I look into your eyes
It’s a sight I can’t describe
Oh, I must be seeing blind

Oh, my, my, you just took me by surprise
And I can’t believe my eyes
Oh, I must be seeing blind
Oh no, my, you are too good to be all mine
Now I’m looking in your eyes
Oh, I must be seeing blind
Oh, I must be seeing blind

Source: MusixmatchSongwriters: Ruth Anne Cunningham / Niall Horan / Matthew Smith Radosevich

Seeing Blind lyrics © These Are Songs Of Pulse, These Are Pulse Songs, Radassyouvich, Njh Publishing Limited, The Family Pulse

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Niall Horan, Maren Morris – Seeing Blind

TODAY — Pictured: Maren Morris on Friday, March 8, 2019 — (Photo by: Nathan Congleton/NBC/NBCU Photo Bank)

Lyrics

I have seen, seen it all in paper dreams
Watched it all full on the screen
But never understood
I have heard, have heard you speak a million words
Now you’re talking to me first
Never thought you would

Oh, my, my, you just took me by surprise
And I can’t believe my eyes
Oh, I must be seeing blind
Oh no, my, you are too good to be all mine
Now I’m looking in your eyes
Oh, I must be seeing blind

I was young, my heart was always on the run
But you made lovin’ fun
I never knew it could be, ey
I see you from a different point of view
Feel it’s too good to be true
I found my missing piece

Oh, my, my, you just took me by surprise
And I can’t believe my eyes
Oh, I must be seeing blind
Oh no, my, you are too good to be all mine
Now I’m looking in your eyes
Oh, I must be seeing blind
Oh, no

Oh, my, my
When I look into your eyes
It’s a sight I can’t describe
Oh, I must be seeing blind

Oh, my, my, you just took me by surprise
And I can’t believe my eyes
Oh, I must be seeing blind
Oh no, my, you are too good to be all mine
Now I’m looking in your eyes
Oh, I must be seeing blind
Oh, I must be seeing blind

Source: MusixmatchSongwriters: Ruth Anne Cunningham / Niall Horan / Matthew Smith Radosevich

Seeing Blind lyrics © These Are Songs Of Pulse, These Are Pulse Songs, Radassyouvich, Njh Publishing Limited, The Family Pulse

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

67,806 views May 6, 2012

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.

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Bridie Gallagher – Cutting the Corn in Creeslough Donegal 😎

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”

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Bridie Gallagher – Cutting the Corn in Creeslough #donegal

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”

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Bridie Gallagher – Cutting the Corn in Creeslough #donegal

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”

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Sinéad O’Connor – Something Beautiful live at the Sugar Club, Dublin

2,198,715 views Apr 18, 2012
Something Beautiful is taken from the limited edition DVD package Theology. Recorded in the intimate environs of The Sugar Club.

Lyrics

I wanna make
Something beautiful
For you and from you
To show you
To show you
I adore you
Oh you

And your journey
Towards me
Which I see
And I see
All you push through
Mad for you
And because of you

I couldn’t thank you in ten thousand years
If I cried ten thousand rivers of tears
Ah, but you know the soul
And you know what makes it gold
You give life through blood
Blood, blood
Blood, blood
Oh, blood, blood

Oh I wanna make something so lovely for you
‘Cause I promised that’s what I’d do for you
With the Bible, I stole
I know you forgave my soul because
Such was my need on a chronic Christmas Eve
And I think we’re agreed
That it should have been free
And you sang to me

They dress the wounds of my poor people
As though they’re nothing
Saying, “Peace, peace”
When there’s no peace
They dress the wounds of my poor people
As though they’re nothing
Saying, “Peace, peace, peace”
When there’s no peace

Days without number
Now can a bride forget her jewels?
Or a maid her ornaments?
Yet, my people forgotten me

Days without number
Days without number
And in their want
Who’ll dress their wounds?
Who’ll dress their wounds?

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Sinead O Connor

Something Beautiful lyrics © Hipgnosis Sfh I Limited

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