‘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.
So sad to hear of the passing of our dearest Paddy Moloney. He was ours wasn’t he He made us all so proud of our heritage and brought such joyous energy. I’m honoured to have known and worked with not just a legend but a thoroughly lovely man. @paddymoloney#rippaddymoloney
By a lonely prison wall I heard a young girl calling “Michael, they have taken you away For you stole Trevelyan’s corn So the young might see the morn Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay”
Low lie the fields of Athenry Where once we watched the small free birds fly Our love was on the wing we had dreams and songs to sing It’s so lonely ’round the fields of Athenry
By a lonely prison wall I heard a young man calling “Nothing matters, Mary, when you’re free Against the famine and the crown I rebelled, they cut me down Now you must raise our child with dignity”
Low lie the fields of Athenry Where once we watched the small free birds fly Our love was on the wing we had dreams and songs to sing It’s so lonely ’round the fields of Athenry
By a lonely harbour wall She watched the last star falling As that prison ship sailed out against the sky For she lived in hope and pray For her love in Botany Bay It’s so lonely ’round the fields of Athenry
Low lie the fields of Athenry Where once we watched the small free birds fly Our love was on the wing we had dreams and songs to sing It’s so lonely ’round the fields of Athenry
Album ” Ceol 06 ” Uisce a’ teacht a’ breathnú orm Ag fanacht siar Ag fanacht siar ar dhuine Uisce a’ teacht a’ breathnú orm Ag feitheamh, ag feitheamh ar dhuine éigin. Ós do chomhair an saol ‘tá thart Is mise tréigthe san am fadó Ag caitheamh ama go mall réidh Ag fiafraí díom “Cén fáth, cén fáth?” Ar chuaigh siad thart i ngan fhios dom Nó an dall atáim? De bharr an t-uisce … Ní fhacamar an téacs bhí romhainn Níor thomhaiseamar céard bhí le teacht Ag sciobadh linn aislingí ár dtodhchaí Is chuireamar amach faoin ngrian iad Nocht, mar rabhchán do ‘chuile dhuine A rinne faillí Tar a mhic, is mar seo atá sé Mar chailín cúthail faiteach Nó athrú aimsire geimhridh Mar chúis le briseadh chroí Is a bhanríon mo chroí Le mo smaointe aoibhne áille Imithe i bhfad uaim Is mé buartha le h-Uisce a’ teacht… Is mé ag feithimh Ag feitheamh Le banríon mo chroí
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.
Newfoundland, from Shaun Davey’s suite for uilleann pipes and orchestra, The Brendan Voyage, performed by Liam O’Flynn and the RTECO conducted by David Brophy.