Last night as I lay dreamin’ Of pleasant days gone by Me mind bein’ bent on rambling To Ireland I did fly I stepped on board a vision and I followed with the wind Till first I came to anchor at The cross at Spancil Hill
It being the 23rd of June The day before the fair Where Ireland’s sons and daughters And friends assembled there The young, the old The brave and the bold came Their duty to fulfill At the parish church near Clooney A mile from Spancil Hill
I went to see my neighbours to See what they might say The old ones were all dead and gone The young ones turning grey I met the tailor Quigley He’s as bold as ever still He used to mend my britches when I lived in Spancil Hill
I took a flying visit to my one and only love She’s as white as any lily As gentle as a dove She threw her arms around Me, saying “Johnny, i love you still” She is Nell, the farmer’s daughter The pride of Spancil Hill
I dreamt I held and kissed her As in the days of old Saying, “Johnny, you’re only joking As many’s the time before” But the cock, he crew in the morning He crew both loud and shrill I awoke in California Many miles from Spancil Hill
Last night as I lay dreamin’ Of pleasant days gone by Me mind bein’ bent on rambling To Ireland I did fly I stepped on board a vision and I followed with the wind Till first I came to anchor at The cross at Spancil Hill
It being the 23rd of June The day before the fair Where Ireland’s sons and daughters And friends assembled there The young, the old The brave and the bold came Their duty to fulfill At the parish church near Clooney A mile from Spancil Hill
I went to see my neighbours to See what they might say The old ones were all dead and gone The young ones turning grey I met the tailor Quigley He’s as bold as ever still He used to mend my britches when I lived in Spancil Hill
I took a flying visit to my one and only love She’s as white as any lily As gentle as a dove She threw her arms around Me, saying “Johnny, i love you still” She is Nell, the farmer’s daughter The pride of Spancil Hill
I dreamt I held and kissed her As in the days of old Saying, “Johnny, you’re only joking As many’s the time before” But the cock, he crew in the morning He crew both loud and shrill I awoke in California Many miles from Spancil Hill
Lyrics: Oh, Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen, and down the mountain side, The summer’s gone and all the roses falling, It’s you, it’s you must go and I must bide. But come ye back when summer’s in the meadow, Or when the valley’s hushed and white with snow, It’s I’ll be here in sunshine or in shadow, Oh, Danny Boy, oh Danny boy I love you so! But when ye come, and all the flowers are dying, If I am dead, as dead I may well be Ye’ll come and find the place where I am lying, And kneel and say an Ave there for me; And I shall hear, though soft you tread above me, And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be, For you will bend and tell me that you love me, And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me!
2,198,715 views Apr 18, 2012 Something Beautiful is taken from the limited edition DVD package Theology. Recorded in the intimate environs of The Sugar Club.
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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?
Winter Sun Christmas single released November 28th Stream on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/1bUf1…Carrigafoyle Castle Co. Kerry Ireland Nat Mon No 349
Full Works Survey Interior and exterior
The castle built in 1490 is set within the flat landscape of the wider Shannon Estuary and is sheltered by the small island of Carrig only 200m to the north across the salt marsh which is inundated at high tide. The medieval Church of Carrigafoyle stands opposite the castle and is built in the same style.
Carrigafoyle Castle, built between the years 1490 and 1500, is considered one of the strongest of Irish fortresses. It stands on a rock in a small bay off the Shannon estuary, and its name is an Anglicisation of the Irish, Carraig an Phoill “rock of the hole”.
Now a listed National Monument, its battlements provide stunning views of the estuary and the most interesting feature of the building is the dock, which allowed boats to tie up safely. This was particularly important when in the 1500’s the O’Connor’s of Kerry held political power over the area which allowed them to “inspect” ships passing to and from the port of Limerick.
You approached me in the darkness A figure I knew well The silhouette was known to me But it was far too soon to tell
With each step that you drew towards me I knew you less and less A creature of your likeness With a kind of hollowness
And all that winter sun Has ever gave to me Was a couple hours of light And a heat I couldn’t feel So don’t you come to me So bright and bold You promised me the world But you left it in the cold
And I was waiting for the heat to come The light it touched my skin I kept waiting for the heat to come But the cold came creeping in
Like stepping out onto a frozen lake Hid underneath the snow I put my trust in something bound to break But how could I have known
And all that winter sun Has ever gave to me Was a couple hours of light And a heat I couldn’t feel So don’t you come to me So bright and bold You promised me the world But you left it in the cold
And I’ve been blinded by sunshine And oh I hate how sweet the world has seemed Bathed in your cold light
And all that winter sun Has ever gave to me Was a couple hours of light And a heat I couldn’t feel So don’t you come to me So bright and bold You promised me the world But you left it in the cold
And all that winter sun Has ever gave to me Was a couple hours of light And a heat I couldn’t feel So don’t you come to me So bright and bold You promised me the world But you left it in the cold
Check out the official music video for “Cherry Wine” by Hozier Listen to Cherry Wine here: https://Hozier.lnk.to/HoizerListenID Follow Hozier : https://Hozier.lnk.to/FollowID Hozier Store : https://Hozier.lnk.to/StoreID Proceeds from the single download of Cherry Wine will benefit a series of domestic abuse charities worldwide. Please visit http://www.Hozier.com/cherrywine for more information about this campaign. Cast – Saoirse Ronan, Moe Dunford Director – Dearbhla Walsh Producer – Martina Niland Editor – Una Ni Dhonghaile Director Of Photography – James Mather Treatment – Dearbhla Walsh Prod Designer – Tamara Conboy Make Up Design – Morna Ferguson Hair Stylist – Orla Carroll Costume Designer – Grace Moore Photography – Barry McCall Post Production – Screen Scene Graphics – John O’Riordan Music video by Hozier performing Cherry Wine. (C) 2014 Rubyworks Limited, under exclusive license to Island Records, a division of Universal Music Operations Limited http://vevo.ly/8aSemP#Hozier#CherryWine#Vevo#Indie#VevoOfficial
Her eyes and words are so icy Oh but she burns Like rum on the fire Hot and fast and angry as she can be I walk my days on a wire.
It looks ugly, but it’s clean, Oh momma, don’t fuss over me.
The way she tells me I’m hers and she is mine Open hand or closed fist would be fine The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.
Calls of guilty thrown at me All while she stains The sheets of some other Thrown at me so powerfully Just like she throws with the arm of her brother.
But I want it It’s a crime That she’s not around most of the time.
The way she shows me I’m hers and she is mine Open hand or closed fist would be fine Blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.
Her fight and fury is fiery Oh but she loves Like sleep to the freezing Sweet and right and merciful I’m all but washed In the tide of her breathing.
And it’s worth it, it’s divine I have this some of the time.
The way she shows me I’m hers and she is mine Open hand or closed fist would be fine The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.
When the rain is blowing in your face And the whole world is on your case I could offer you a warm embrace To make you feel my love When the evening shadows and the stars appear And there is no one there to dry your tears I could hold you for a million years To make you feel my love
I know you haven’t made your mind up yet But I would never do you wrong I’ve known it from the moment that we met No doubt in my mind where you belong
I’d go hungry, I’d go black and blue I’d go crawling down the avenue No, there’s nothing that I wouldn’t do To make you feel my love
The storms are raging on the rolling sea And on the highway of regret Though winds of change are throwing wild and free You ain’t seen nothing like me yet
I could make you happy, make your dreams come true Nothing that I wouldn’t do Go to the ends of the Earth for you To make you feel my love To make you feel my love
Last night as I lay dreamin’ Of pleasant days gone by Me mind bein’ bent on rambling To Ireland I did fly I stepped on board a vision and I followed with the wind Till first I came to anchor at The cross at Spancil Hill
It being the 23rd of June The day before the fair Where Ireland’s sons and daughters And friends assembled there The young, the old The brave and the bold came Their duty to fulfill At the parish church near Clooney A mile from Spancil Hill
I went to see my neighbours to See what they might say The old ones were all dead and gone The young ones turning grey I met the tailor Quigley He’s as bold as ever still He used to mend my britches when I lived in Spancil Hill
I took a flying visit to my one and only love She’s as white as any lily As gentle as a dove She threw her arms around Me, saying “Johnny, i love you still” She is Nell, the farmer’s daughter The pride of Spancil Hill
I dreamt I held and kissed her As in the days of old Saying, “Johnny, you’re only joking As many’s the time before” But the cock, he crew in the morning He crew both loud and shrill I awoke in California Many miles from Spancil Hill
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
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