Thanks for having me Hardwick Festival! Such a fab crowd! I’m loving being able to perform my new music from 11 Past The Hour live to you all at last!!! When the heavens opened I thought ‘to hell with it’ let’s dance in the rain! Photography: @mikeed007
2,260 viewsJun 22, 2018515ShareSaveMaura O’Connell – Topic 549 subscribers Provided to YouTube by Believe SAS Trouble in the Fields · Maura O’Connell A Woman’s Heart 2 ℗ Dolphin Released on: 1994-10-08 Composer: Griffith Composer: West Music Publisher: D.R Auto-generated by YouTube.
Baby I know that we’ve got trouble in the fields When the bankers swarm like locust out there turning away our yield The trains roll by our silos, silver in the rain They leave our pockets full of nothing But our dreams and the golden grain
Have you seen the folks in line downtown at the station They’re all buying their ticket out and talking the great depression Our parents had their hard times fifty years ago When they stood out in these empty fields in dust as deep as snow
And all this trouble in our fields If this rain can fall, these wounds can heal They’ll never take our native soil But if we sell that new John Deere And then we’ll work these crops with sweat and tears You’ll be the mule I’ll be the plow Come harvest time we’ll work it out There’s still a lot of love, here in these troubled fields
There’s a book up on the shelf about the dust bowl days And there’s a little bit of you and a little bit of me In the photos on every page Now our children live in the city and they rest upon our shoulders They never want the rain to fall or the weather to get colder
And all this trouble in our fields If this rain can fall, these wounds can heal They’ll never take our native soil But if we sell that new John Deere And then we’ll work these crops with sweat and tears You’ll be the mule I’ll be the plow Come harvest time we’ll work it out There’s still a lot of love, here in these troubled fields
You’ll be the mule I’ll be the plow Come harvest time we’ll work it out There’s still a lot of love, here in these troubled fields
hope you find the feet of a dancer, I hope you can sing in the rain, I hope you find all the easy answers to your pain; It won’t be easy, what can I say, There will be trouble along the way; ‘Round every corner there’s terror and fear, Always remember that we’re here. I hope you find the feet of a dancer, I hope you can sing in the rain, I hope you find all the easy answers to your pain; I hope you find love and affection, I hope you find someone who cares; I hope you find all the right directions everywhere, Everywhere. A shoulder to cry on whenever you’re alone, You can rely on us you know; Nothing too crazy, nothing too dear, Always remember that we’re here. I hope you find the feet of a dancer, I hope you can sing in the rain, I hope you find all the easy answers to your pain; I hope you find love and affection, I hope you find someone who cares; I hope you find all the right directions everywhere, Everywhere.
Sometimes when the rain comes pouring down, When it comes pouring down, Down on you. I hope you find the feet of a dancer, I hope you can sing in the rain, I hope you find all the easy answers to your pain; I hope you find love and affection, I hope you find someone who cares; I hope you find all the right directions everywhere, Everywhere. I hope you find all the right directions everywhere, Everywhere.
Tryna rain, tryna rain on the thunder Tell the storm I’m new I’m a wall, come and march on the regular Painting white flags blue
Lord forgive me, I’ve been running Running blind in truth I’ma rain, I’ma rain on this bitter love Tell the sweet I’m new
I’m telling these tears, go and fall away, fall away May the last one burn into flames
Freedom Freedom I can’t move Freedom, cut me loose Singin’, freedom Freedom Where are you? ‘Cause I need freedom, too I break chains all by myself Won’t let my freedom rot in hell Hey! I’ma keep running ‘Cause a winner don’t quit on themselves
I’ma wade, I’ma wave through the waters Tell the tide, “Don’t move” I’ma riot, I’ma riot through your borders Call me bulletproof
Lord forgive me, I’ve been runnin’ Runnin’ blind in truth I’ma wade, I’ma wave through your shallow love Tell the deep I’m new
I’m telling these tears, go and fall away, fall away May the last one burn into flames
Freedom Freedom I can’t move Freedom, cut me loose Singin’, freedom Freedom Where are you? ‘Cause I need freedom, too I break chains all by myself Won’t let my freedom rot in hell Hey! I’ma keep running ‘Cause a winner don’t quit on themselves
Ten Hail Marys, I meditate for practice Channel nine news tell me I’m movin’ backwards Eight blocks left, death is around the corner Seven misleadin’ statements ’bout my persona Six headlights wavin’ in my direction Five-o askin’ me what’s in my possession Yeah I keep runnin’, jump in the aqueducts Fire hydrants and hazardous Smoke alarms on the back of us But mama don’t cry for me, ride for me Try for me, live for me Breathe for me, sing for me Honestly guidin’ me I could be more than I gotta be Stole from me, lied to me, nation hypocrisy Code on me, drive on me Wicked, my spirit inspired me Like yeah, open correctional gates in higher desert Yeah, open our mind as we cast away oppression Yeah, open the streets and watch our beliefs And when they carve my name inside the concrete I pray it forever reads
Freedom Freedom I can’t move Freedom, cut me loose Singin’, freedom! Freedom! Where are you? ‘Cause I need freedom, too I break chains all by myself Won’t let my freedom rot in hell Hey! I’ma keep running ‘Cause a winner don’t quit on themselves
What you want from me? Is it truth you seek? Oh, Father, can you hear me? What you want from me? Is it truth you seek? Oh, Father, can you hear me? Hear me out”I had my ups and downs But I always find the inner strength to pull myself up I was served lemons, but I made lemonade”
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289,170 viewsJun 28, 20071K26ShareSavemnemonyxx 9.33K subscribers From Transatlantic Sessions series 2 (1998) song: Alexandra Denny shalalas: Maura O’Connell, Karen Matheson, James Grant fiddle: Michael Doucet guitar: Russ Barenberg bass: Danny Thompson piano: Donald Shaw