Only 1 more night until my beautiful black paperback edition of ‘A Lick and a Promise’ is out. Available tomorrow (Tuesday 22nd March) I flew home to Dublin for the launch of the paperback and what a truly magical night we had. https://linktr.ee/alickandapromi
his is Katie Melua’s music video for ‘Fields Of Gold’, 2017’s BBC Children In Need charity single, available on all services: https://katiemelua.lnk.to/Listen
I could hold out my arms and say “I love you this much” I could tell you how long, I will long for your touch How much and how far would I go to prove The depth and the breadth of my love for you?
From here to the moon and back Who else in this world will love you like that? Love everlasting, I promise you that From here to the moon and back From here to the moon and back
I want you to know you can always depend On promises made and love without end No need to wonder how faithful I’ll be Now and on into eternity
From here to the moon and back Who else in this world will love you like that? Forever and always, I’ll be where you’re at From here to the moon and back From here to the moon and back
I’d blow you a kiss as I wish on a star Counting my blessings for all that you are Thank heaven for you and to God, tip my hat From here to the moon and back And I’ll spend forever just proving that fact From here to the moon and back, who will love you like that, from here to the moon and back
Off Irish folk band The Chieftains new album ‘Voice of Ages’. Out on February 21 on Hear Music/Concord Lyrics:
Lyrics
Down in the Willow garden Where me and my love did meet As we sat a-courtin’ My love fell off to sleep I had a bottle of Burgundy wine My love she did not know So I poisoned that dear little girl On the banks below
I drew a saber through her It was a bloody knife I threw her in the river Which was a dreadful sign My father often told me That money would set me free If I would murder that dear little girl Whose name was Rose Connolly
My father sits at his cabin door Wiping his tear-dimmed eyes For his only son soon shall walk To yonder scaffold high My race is run, beneath the sun The scaffold now waits for me For I did murder that dear little girl Whose name was Rose Connolly