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Jessie Buckley- No Place Like Home.#Glasgow

Jessie Buckley – Glasgow (No Place Like Home) (From “Wild Rose”)

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Taken from the Wild Rose Official Soundtrack – available to pre-order now: https://WildRose.lnk.to/ostID

Glasgow (No Place Like Home)

Jessie Buckley

I’ve worn out the stones in front of your doorstep
Coming and going, coming and going
You kept the lights on, I always knew that
I should’ve said “thank you” a thousand miles ago
But I pushed you away, put a pin in a map
Then I got lost in the storm

Had to find my own way, make my own mistakes
But you know that I had to go
Ain’t no yellow brick road running through Glasgow
But I found one that’s stronger than stone
Ain’t no place like home, ain’t no place like home

Moon hanging low over my window
Shoebox of dreams hid under my bed
Follow the bright light city of gold
I had to leave to realize all I needed was here
Mama, we both know that there’s nothing
That a little time and Patsy Cline wouldn’t fix

Had to find my own way, make my own mistakes
But you know that I had to go
Ain’t no yellow brick road running through Glasgow
But I found one that’s stronger than stone
Ain’t no place like home, ain’t no place like home

I’ll just click my heels three more times
There it all is, what’s always been mine

Ain’t no yellow brick road running through Glasgow
But I found one that’s stronger than stone
Ain’t no place like home, ain’t no place like home
Ain’t no place like home, ain’t no place like home

Ain’t no place like home, ain’t no place like home

Source: Lyric Find

Songwriters: Caitlyn Elizabeth Smith / Kate York / Mary Steenburgen

Glasgow (No Place Like Home) lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc, Budde Music Publishing GmbH

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Imelda May – Should’ve Been You 🥰😍

Should’ve Been You

Imelda May

I could tell you all the things I do for you
But it’s no surprise and you just roll your eyes and say
“Here we go again
She’s gonna moan again”

I should spare your love, just a thing or two
But you don’t disguise it when I’m just white noise
And it’s done before it begins
‘Cause your temper’s getting thin

But there’s just one thing that I wanna know
Just one little thing before I go
Before I go

It’s who takes care of me?
Tell me, who takes care of me?
Should’ve been you
Should’ve been you

Do you realize, no, you never will
‘Cause your head’s held high and you got your pride
I got a little of mine still
Yeah, the bit you couldn’t kill

I’ll never blame you and I always will
I can’t explain it but it hurts like hell
And I’m feeling so alone
Yeah, I’m lonely to the bone

But there’s just one thing that I wanna know
Just one little thing before I go
Before I go

It’s who takes care of me?
Tell me, who takes care of me?
Should’ve been you, oh!
Should’ve been you, oh!

And I’m angry
And I’m sad
I’m the best thing that you ever had
All I wanted was your touch
But you told me what I wanted was just too much

Oh, who takes care of me?
Tell me, who takes care of me?
Should’ve been you, oh!
Should’ve been you
It should’ve been you
Should’ve been you

Source: LyricFind

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Jessie Buckley – Boulder to Birmingham – The Late Late Show | RTÉ One. #CoKerry  🇮🇪 ❤️

 
 

Jessie Buckley – Boulder to Birmingham

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Actress and musician Jessie Buckley performs Emmylou Harris’s Boulder to Birmingham.
 

Lyrics

I don’t want to hear a love song
I got on this airplane just to fly
And I know there’s life below me
But all that you can show me is the prairie and the sky

And I don’t want to hear a sad story
Full of heartbreak and desire
The last time I felt like this
I was in the wilderness and the canyon was on fire

And I stood on the mountain
In the night and I watched it burn
I watched it burn, I watched it burn

I would rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham
I would hold my life in his saving grace
I would walk all the way from Boulder to Birmingham
If I thought I could see, I could see your face

Well, you really got me this time
And the hardest part is knowing I’ll survive
And I come to listen for the sound
Of the trucks as they move down out on 95

And pretend that it’s the ocean
Coming down to wash me clean, to wash me clean
Baby, do you know what I mean?

I would rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham
I would hold my life in his saving grace
I would walk all the way from Boulder to Birmingham
If I thought I could see, I could see your face
If I thought I could see, I could see your face

Thank you

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Bill Danoff / Emmy Lou Harris

Boulder to Birmingham (2003 Remaster) lyrics © Reservoir Media Management (ireland) Limited

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ENYA – Caribbean Blue – Donegal 🇮🇪

Lyrics

Eurus
Afer Ventus

So the world goes round and round
With all you ever knew
They say the sky high above
Is Caribbean blue?

If every man says all he can
If every man is true
Do I believe the sky above
Is Caribbean blue?

Boreas
Zephyrus

If all you told was turned to gold
If all you dreamed was new
Imagine sky high above
In Caribbean blue

Eurus
Afer Ventus
Boreas
Zephyrus
Africus

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Roma Ryan / Eithne Ni Bhraonain / Nicky Ryan

Caribbean Blue lyrics © Emi Music Publishing Ltd

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Jessie Buckley- No Place Like Home.#Glasgow

Jessie Buckley – Glasgow (No Place Like Home) (From “Wild Rose”)

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•Apr 5, 2019

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Taken from the Wild Rose Official Soundtrack – available to pre-order now: https://WildRose.lnk.to/ostID

Glasgow (No Place Like Home)

Jessie Buckley

I’ve worn out the stones in front of your doorstep
Coming and going, coming and going
You kept the lights on, I always knew that
I should’ve said “thank you” a thousand miles ago
But I pushed you away, put a pin in a map
Then I got lost in the storm

Had to find my own way, make my own mistakes
But you know that I had to go
Ain’t no yellow brick road running through Glasgow
But I found one that’s stronger than stone
Ain’t no place like home, ain’t no place like home

Moon hanging low over my window
Shoebox of dreams hid under my bed
Follow the bright light city of gold
I had to leave to realize all I needed was here
Mama, we both know that there’s nothing
That a little time and Patsy Cline wouldn’t fix

Had to find my own way, make my own mistakes
But you know that I had to go
Ain’t no yellow brick road running through Glasgow
But I found one that’s stronger than stone
Ain’t no place like home, ain’t no place like home

I’ll just click my heels three more times
There it all is, what’s always been mine

Ain’t no yellow brick road running through Glasgow
But I found one that’s stronger than stone
Ain’t no place like home, ain’t no place like home
Ain’t no place like home, ain’t no place like home

Ain’t no place like home, ain’t no place like home

Source: Lyric Find

Songwriters: Caitlyn Elizabeth Smith / Kate York / Mary Steenburgen

Glasgow (No Place Like Home) lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc, Budde Music Publishing GmbH

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Lumiere, Damien Dempsey – The West’s Awake, Live @NCH 🇮🇪 ♥️

The West’s Awake

Lumiere

When all beside a vigil keep,
The West’s asleep, the West’s asleep –
Alas! and well may Erin weep
When Connacht lies in slumber deep.
There lake and plain smile fair and free,
‘Mid rocks their guardian chivalry.
Sing, Oh! let man learn liberty
From crashing wind and lashing sea.

That chainless wave and lovely land
Freedom and nationhood demand;
Be sure the great God never planned
For slumb’ring slaves a home so grand.
And long a brave and haughty race
Honoured and sentinelled the place.
Sing, Oh! not even their sons’ disgrace
Can quite destroy their glory’s trace.

For often, in O’Connor’s van,
To triumph dashed each Connacht clan.
And fleet as deer the Normans ran
Thro’ Corrsliabh Pass and Ardrahan;
And later times saw deeds as brave,
And glory guards Clanricard’s grave,
Sing, Oh! they died their land to save
At Aughrim’s slopes and Shannon’s wave.

And if, when all a vigil keep,
The West’s asleep! the West’s asleep!
Alas! and well may Erin weep
That Connacht lies in s1umber deep.
But, hark! a voice like thunder spake,
The West’s awake! the West’s awake!
Sing, Oh! hurrah! let England quake,
We’ll watch till death for Erin’s sake

Source: Musixmatch