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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
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
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Songwriters: Lorraine Nash
Winter sun lyrics © DistroKid
A Christmas Carol from our favourite duo.
Sallay Garnett and Lisa Hannigan have the best musical chemistry I have experienced. Their energy is contagious especially in their rendition of Undertow as part of the Courage project. Rarely you see someone enjoy singing together this much.
2 days agoThere’s no need to suffer anymore… RIP beautiful Sinead , you’re singing with our Dolores tonight. The two jewels of Ireland 
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
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Dolly Parton
What Will Baby Be lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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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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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