Waking up to kiss you and nobody’s there The smell of your perfume still stuck in the air It’s hard Yesterday I thought I saw your shadow running round It’s funny how things never change in this old town So far from the stars
And I want to tell you everything The words I never got to say the first time around And I remember everything From when we were the children playing in this fairground Wish I was there with you now
If the whole world was watching I’d still dance with you Drive highways and byways to be there with you Over and over the only truth Everything comes back to you
I saw that you moved on with someone new In the pub that we met he’s got his arms around you It’s so hard So hard
And I want to tell you everything The words I never got to say the first time around And I remember everything From when we were the children playing in this fairground Wish I was there with you now
Because if the whole world was watching I’d still dance with you Drive highways and byways to be there with you Over and over the only truth Everything comes back to you You still make me nervous when you walk in the room Them butterflies they come alive when I’m next to you Over and over the only truth Everything comes back to you
And I know that it’s wrong That I can’t move on But there’s something about you
If the whole world was watching I’d still dance with you Drive highways and byways to be there with you Over and over the only truth Everything comes back to you You still make me nervous when you walk in the room Them butterflies they come alive when I’m next to you Over and over the only truth Everything comes back to you Everything comes back to you
‘Derry is such a beautiful city. I’ve fallen in love with it over the past year, while falling in love with a woman who hails from it. Here’s to better times ahead and saying goodbye to bombs and bullets once and for all.’ – Lyra McKee Today we stand with her, & Derry & Belfast.
Waking up to kiss you and nobody’s there The smell of your perfume still stuck in the air It’s hard Yesterday I thought I saw your shadow running round It’s funny how things never change in this old town So far from the stars
And I want to tell you everything The words I never got to say the first time around And I remember everything From when we were the children playing in this fairground Wish I was there with you now
If the whole world was watching I’d still dance with you Drive highways and byways to be there with you Over and over the only truth Everything comes back to you
I saw that you moved on with someone new In the pub that we met he’s got his arms around you It’s so hard So hard
And I want to tell you everything The words I never got to say the first time around And I remember everything From when we were the children playing in this fairground Wish I was there with you now
Because if the whole world was watching I’d still dance with you Drive highways and byways to be there with you Over and over the only truth Everything comes back to you You still make me nervous when you walk in the room Them butterflies they come alive when I’m next to you Over and over the only truth Everything comes back to you
And I know that it’s wrong That I can’t move on But there’s something about you
If the whole world was watching I’d still dance with you Drive highways and byways to be there with you Over and over the only truth Everything comes back to you You still make me nervous when you walk in the room Them butterflies they come alive when I’m next to you Over and over the only truth Everything comes back to you Everything comes back to you
I skimmed across black water, without once submerging Onto the banks of an urban morning That hungers the first light, much much more Than mountains ever do. And she like a ghost beside me goes down with the ease of a dolphin And emerges unlearned, unscathed, unharmed. For she is the perfect creature, natural in every feature And I am the geek with the alchemists stone. For all of you who must discover, for all who seek to understand
For having left the path of others, you find a very special hand
And it is a holy thing, and it is a precious time And it is the only way Forget-me-nots among the snow, it’s always been and so it goes To ponder his death and his life eternally For all of you who must discover, for all who seek to understand
For having left the path of others, you find a very special hand
And it is a holy thing, and it is a precious time And it is the only way Forget-me-nots among the snow, it’s always been and so it goes To ponder his death and his life eternally One bright blue rose outlives all those Two thousand years and still it goes To ponder his death and his life eternally
The Chieftains, the world’s most celebrated traditional Irish band, marked their 50th anniversary with the release of Voice of Ages on February 21st 2012 (Hear/Concord). An imaginative collaboration featuring a dazzling collection of like-minded musical visionaries and kindred spirits, Voice of Ages, produced by Paddy Moloney and T Bone Burnett, features The Chieftains teaming with stars from the worlds of indie-rock (Bon Iver, The Decemberists, The Low Anthem), country and Americana (The Civil Wars, Pistol Annies, Carolina Chocolate Drops, Punch Brothers), Irish and Scottish folk (Imelda May, Lisa Hannigan, Paolo Nutini) and more… Support The Chiefttains and purchase the whole album here: http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/voic…
Where Lagan stream sings lullaby There blows a lily fair The twilight gleam is in her eye The night is on her hair And like a love-sick lennan-shee She has my heart in thrall Nor life I owe nor liberty For love is lord of all.
And often when the beetle’s horn Hath lulled the eve to sleep I steal unto her shieling lorn And thru the dooring peep. There on the cricket’s singing stone, She spares the bogwood fire, And hums in sad sweet undertone The songs of heart’s desire
Nor life I owe nor liberty For love is lord of all. For love is lord of all.
Brendan O’Dowda singing Gortnamona, written by Percy French.
Long, long ago in the woods of Gortnamona, I thought the birds were singing in the blackthorn tree; But oh, it was my heart that was singing, singing, singing, With the joy that you were bringing, oh my love, to me Long, long ago in the woods of Gortnamona, I thought the wind was sighing round the blackthorn tree; But oh, it was the banshee that was crying, crying, crying, And I knew my love was dying far across the sea. Now if you go through the woods of Gortnamona, You’ll hear the raindrops creeping through the blackthorn tree; But oh, it is the tears thatI am weeping, weeping, weeping, For the loved one that is sleeping far away from me. Long, long ago in the woods of Gortnamona, I thought the birds were singing in the blackthorn tree; But oh, it was my heart that was singing, singing, singing, With the joy that you were bringing, oh my love, to me
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