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.
I did my best, it wasn’t much I couldn’t feel, so I tried to touch I’ve told the truth, I didn’t come to fool ya And even though it all went wrong I’ll stand before the lord of song With nothing on my tongue but hallelujah …for B.💔
I did my best, it wasn’t much I couldn’t feel, so I tried to touch I’ve told the truth, I didn’t come to fool ya And even though it all went wrong I’ll stand before the lord of song With nothing on my tongue but hallelujah …for B.💔
He went to sea for the day
He wanted to know what to say
When he’s asked what he’d done
In the past to someone
That he loves endlessly
Now she’s gone, so is he
I went to war every morning
I lost my way but now I’m following
What you said in my arms
What I read in the charms
That I love durably
Now it’s dead and gone and I am free
I went to sleep for the daytime
I shut my eyes to the sunshine
Turned my head away from the noise
Bruise and drip decay of childish toys
That I loved arguably
All our labouring gone to seed
Went out to play for the evening
We wanted to hold onto the feeling
On the stretch in the sun
And our breathlessness as we run
To the beach endlessly
As the sun creeps up on the sea
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