
Nashville Jam “Goodnight Irene”

Music is Therapy

lyrics
You and i both know
Tthere is nothing more to say
Chance has shut her shining eyes
Aand turned her face away
Leaning on the windowsill
You could write me someday and i think you will
We could see the sadness as a gift and still
Feel too heavy to hold
Snow fallin’
I try to keep from callin’
Watch the spring turn to winter
Fireflies all frozen
the seasons go so fast
Thinking that this one was gonna last
Maybe the question was too much to ask
Been searching for your eyes
All I see is blue sky and that old man beats his crooked cane it’s time to let go leaning on the windowsill you could write me someday and i bet you will we could see the sadness as a gift and still the seasons go so fast thinking that this one was gonna last maybe the question was too much to ask you and I could see into the same eternity every second brimming with a majesty kiss so sweet so fine you could hear the music inside my mind and you showed me a place i’ll find even when i’m old just leaning on the windowsill you could write me someday and i hope you will we could see the sadness as a gift and still the seasons go so fast thinking that this one was gonna last maybe the question was too much to ask


Somewhere Only We Know
1,248 views Premiered Sep 13, 2024CAST/CREW HER – Jordanne Jones HIM – Jack Gavin DIRECTOR – Edelle Kenny PRODUCER – Órla Morris Toolen DOP – Ignas Laugalis 1ST AC – James Marnell GAFFER – Eoghan Hand BEST BOY – Evan Hayes EDITOR – Annie Walsh COLOURIST – Natalia Witkowska, Element Post/VFX SPECIAL THANKS – Ciara Kirwan, Mick Flood Song by Greg Kearns, Nicole Lyons, Ruairi Forde and Frank O’Flaherty Produced by Alex Borwick


Choral Scholars of University College Dublin 79.7K subscribers Track available on ‘Invisible Stars – Choral Works of Ireland and Scotland’ Released on Signum Records on 11th December 2015 Available to order on Amazon and iTunes Amazon UK and IRL: http://amzn.to/1S3ZcHo Amazon USA: http://amzn.to/20v0dgu iTunes UK: http://apple.co/1kCmN3P iTunes IRL: http://apple.co/1YTSF2o iTunes USA: http://apple.co/1S8nCjl Sheet music: http://www.seoltamusic.com/all_scores… Mark Waters (solo vocal) Desmond Earley (artistic director) UCD Choral Scholars Sound Recording and Production: Kevin Whyms Direction: Matthew Leigh Production: Nodlag Houlihan Recorded and videoed on Sunday 7th April 2013 in Memorial Hall, University College Dublin, Ireland. This video and the arrangement â“’ & ⓟ Desmond Earley 2013

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Trisha and Garth performing “Walkaway Joe” Live on Home Team with Terry Bradshaw in 1997


Lyrics
I wanna make
Something beautiful
For you and from you
To show you
To show you
I adore you
Oh you
And your journey
Towards me
Which I see
And I see
All you push through
Mad for you
And because of you
I couldn’t thank you in ten thousand years
If I cried ten thousand rivers of tears
Ah, but you know the soul
And you know what makes it gold
You give life through blood
Blood, blood
Blood, blood
Oh, blood, blood
Oh I wanna make something so lovely for you
‘Cause I promised that’s what I’d do for you
With the Bible, I stole
I know you forgave my soul because
Such was my need on a chronic Christmas Eve
And I think we’re agreed
That it should have been free
And you sang to me
They dress the wounds of my poor people
As though they’re nothing
Saying, “Peace, peace”
When there’s no peace
They dress the wounds of my poor people
As though they’re nothing
Saying, “Peace, peace, peace”
When there’s no peace
Days without number
Now can a bride forget her jewels?
Or a maid her ornaments?
Yet, my people forgotten me
Days without number
Days without number
And in their want
Who’ll dress their wounds?
Who’ll dress their wounds?
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Songwriters: Sinead O Connor
Something Beautiful lyrics © Hipgnosis Sfh I Limited

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
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Songwriters: Charlie Monroe
Down in the Willow Garden lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.