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This evening,
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Lorraine Nash – Winter Sun
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•Nov 28, 2020
Lorraine Nash
Winter Sun Christmas single released November 28th Stream on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/1bUf1…
Carrigafoyle Castle, Ballylongford,
Co. Kerry
The castle built in 1490 is set within the flat landscape of the wider Shannon Estuary and is sheltered by the small island of Carrig only 200m to the north across the salt marsh which is inundated at high tide. The medieval Church of Carrigafoyle stands opposite the castle and is built in the same style.
Carrigafoyle Castle, built between the years 1490 and 1500, is considered one of the strongest of Irish fortresses. It stands on a rock in a small bay off the Shannon estuary, and its name is an Anglicisation of the Irish, Carraig an Phoill “rock of the hole”.
Now a listed National Monument, its battlements provide stunning views of the estuary and the most interesting feature of the building is the dock, which allowed boats to tie up safely. This was particularly important when in the 1500’s the O’Connor’s of Kerry held political power over the area which allowed them to “inspect” ships passing to and from the port of Limerick.
https://www.discoverireland.ie/kerry/carrigafoyle-castle
Lorraine Nash – Winter Sun (official video) – YouTube
Lyrics
You approached me in the darkness
A figure I knew well
The silhouette was known to me
But it was far too soon to tell
With each step that you drew towards me
I knew you less and less
A creature of your likeness
With a kind of hollowness
And all that winter sun
Has ever gave to me
Was a couple hours of light
And a heat I couldn’t feel
So don’t you come to me
So bright and bold
You promised me the world
But you left it in the cold
And I was waiting for the heat to come
The light it touched my skin
I kept waiting for the heat to come
But the cold came creeping in
Like stepping out onto a frozen lake
Hid underneath the snow
I put my trust in something bound to break
But how could I have known
And all that winter sun
Has ever gave to me
Was a couple hours of light
And a heat I couldn’t feel
So don’t you come to me
So bright and bold
You promised me the world
But you left it in the cold
And I’ve been blinded by sunshine
And oh I hate how sweet the world has seemed
Bathed in your cold light
And all that winter sun
Has ever gave to me
Was a couple hours of light
And a heat I couldn’t feel
So don’t you come to me
So bright and bold
You promised me the world
But you left it in the cold
And all that winter sun
Has ever gave to me
Was a couple hours of light
And a heat I couldn’t feel
So don’t you come to me
So bright and bold
You promised me the world
But you left it in the cold
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Lorraine Nash
Winter sun lyrics © DistroKid
Frances Black – The Hills of South Armagh
Lyrics
The crowded streets of Brooklyn
Seem a long way from my home
People rushing onwards
Going to and coming from
You bid them time of day and
They look the other way
And so you end up just like them
And talk to no one
Where the grass is fresh and green
Where the air is pure and clean
Where the gentle rivers kiss the mountain streams
Although I’ve travelled far
The hills of south Armagh
Are the hills I’m roaming nightly in my dreams
The view from my apartment
Is a junkie’s alley way
My children speak in accents
Not like mine
My old man’s working two jobs
We don’t see him much these days
Oh, we’d be happy
If we only had the time
I hear the hills are occupied by strangers now
And the work keeps getting scarcer every day
Oh, it’s a hard life when you’re forced from home
To leave the ones you love
Oh, it’s a hard life when you’re forced to live this way
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Patricia Brigid Mccoy
Lisa Hannigan, Loah – Undertow – Live from The National Gallery #othervoices 🎶 🎵 🇮🇪
Lisa Hannigan – Undertow | #Courage2020
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•May 11, 2020
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Undertow
Lisa Hannigan, The Colorist Orchestra
I want to swim in your current
Carry me out, up and away
I want to float
On every word you say
I want to be underneath your weather
Every cloud and ray of sun
I want to float
In between every one
I want to sink down like a stone
You never lost me you never broke
I want to be adrift on your radio
Oh take me under take me home
I want to be, all of a sudden
Every wave and undertow
I want to float
Everywhere I go
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Iain Archer / Lisa Margaret Hannigan
Undertow lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Ltd., Magnetic North Music Limited
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”
Eva Cassidy – Danny Boy
Maura O’Connell – Trouble in the Fields by Nanci Griffith from A Woman’s Heart
Trouble in the Fields
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.
Trouble in the Fields
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
Sinéad O’Connor – Molly Malone
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.
