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”
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
If you, if you could return Don’t let it burn Don’t let it fade I’m sure I’m not being rude But it’s just your attitude It’s tearing me apart It’s ruining every day
I swore, I swore I would be true And honey so did you So why were you holding her hand? Is that the way we stand? Were you lying all the time? Was it just a game to you?
But I’m in so deep You know I’m such a fool for you You got me wrapped around your finger Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to, do you have to let it linger?
Oh, I thought the world of you I thought nothing could go wrong But I was wrong, I was wrong
If you, if you could get by Trying not to lie Things wouldn’t be so confused And I wouldn’t feel so used But you always really knew I just want to be with you
And I’m in so deep You know I’m such a fool for you You got me wrapped around your finger Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to, do you have to let it linger?
And I’m in so deep You know I’m such a fool for you You got me wrapped around your finger Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to, do you have to let it linger?
You know I’m such a fool for you You got me wrapped around your finger Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to, do you have to let it linger?
on the 28th September supporting none other than Nick Lowe. It’ll be my first time playing this beautiful venue, and it’s made even better that it will be alongside a legend like this
As I walk the road from Killeshandra weary I sat down For it’s twelve long miles around the lake to get to Cavan Town Though Oughter and the road I go once seemed beyond compare Now I curse the time it takes to reach my Cavan girl so fair
The autumn shades are on the leaves, the trees will soon be bare Each red-coat leaf around me seems the colour of her hair My gaze retreats to find my feet and once again I sigh As the broken pools of sky remind me of the colour of her eyes
At the Cavan cross each Sunday morning, where she can be found And she seems to have the eye of every boy in Cavan Town If my luck will hold I’ll have the golden summer of her smile And to break the hearts of Cavan men she’ll talk to me a while
So next Sunday evening finds me homeward – Killeshandra bound – To work the week till I return to court in Cavan Town When asked if she would be my bride, at least she’d not say no So next Sunday morning I’ll rouse myself and back to her I’ll go
As I walk the road from Killeshandra weary I sat down For it’s twelve long miles around the lake to get to Cavan Town Though Oughter and the road I go once seemed beyond compare Now I curse the time it takes to reach my Cavan girl so fair Now I curse the time it takes to reach my Cavan girl so fair
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
happy birthday to my favorite gal, @trishayearwood you’ve helped me through a lot in life just by being the fierce & strong woman that you are, & I am eternally grateful. you’re such a beautiful person inside & out, & I hope you have the best day & feel so loved, bc you are.