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County Down
04:51
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When you’re out walking and there’s no one near you
But a voice keeps calling and you hear your name
It’s not the leaves or the whispering breezes
It’s me that’s calling you back again
CHORUS
Oh can you hear me ? Oh can you hear me ?
As you roam through lonely London town
When evening’s falling, you’ll hear me calling
Come on home now to the County Down
Do you remember the fiddlers playing,
The songs and stories the whole night long
‘Tis little then that you thought of leaving.
It seems so strange now that you are gone.
Chorus
The fish are dancing on Clanrye River
The teams are sporting in old Glenvale
My heart no longer can lead the cheering
When you’re not playing, it’s a different game.
Chorus
I’m always thinking that things are changing
And that they’re building a factory tall
And young ones needed again in Newry
But I still need you the most of all
Chorus
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I walk through this city a stranger
In a land I can never call horne
And I curse the sad notion that caused me
In search of my fortune to roam
I'm weary of work and hard drinking
My weeks wages left in the bar
And God it's a shame, to use a friend's name
To beg for the price of a jar.
CHORUS
I remember that bright April morning
When l Ieft home to travel afar
To work till your dead, for one room and a bed
It's not the reason l Ieft Mullingar.
This London's a city of heartbreak
On Friday there's friends by the score
But when the pay's finished on Monday
A friend's not a friend anymore
For the working day seems never ending
From the shovel and pick there's no break
And when your not working you're spending
The fortune you left horne to make.
CHORUS
And for every man here that finds fortune
And comes home to tell of the tale
Each morning the Broadway is crowded
With many the thousands who fail
So young men of Ireland take warning
In London you never will find
The gold at the end of the rainbow
For you might just have left it behind.
CHORUS
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Liscannor Bay
04:10
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Stars out to play love, on a spring fairy night
Call of the curlew, Oh the willow is blind
Sound of the sea breaks on emerald spray;
On sunset or moonbeams on Liscannor Bay
CHORUS:
It's you that I love dear, my only desire
To be our own company, watch the flames in the fire
It's you that I love dear, with you I will stay
How mellow the light shines on Liscannor bay
Fields of our childhood, still fresh as the day
When I first saw you playing by the small cocks of hay
Our friends and our neighbors stood watching on by
Your laughter went ringing to the larks in the sky
CHORUS
Time rolls along love, but never you mind
The breeze from the ocean can be gentle and kind
Each tune from your heart dear, it carries me there;
To the dew drops and roses, my cottage in Clare
CHORUS
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Wild Red Rose
03:48
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Safe In The Harbour
05:08
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Have you stood by the ocean on a diamond-hard morning
And felt the horizon stir deep in your soul?
Watched the wake of a steamer as it cut thru blue water
And been gripped by a fever you just can't control?
O to throw off the shackles and fly with the seagulls
To where green waves tumble before a driving sea wind
Or to lie on the decking on a warm summer evening
Watch the red sun fall burning beneath the earth's rim
CHORUS:
But to every sailor comes time to drop anchor
Haul in the sails and make the lines fast
You deep water dreamer, your journey is over
You're safe in the harbor at last (2x)
Some men are sailors, but most are just dreamers
Held fast by the anchors they forge in their minds
Who in their hearts know they'll never sail over deep water
To search for a treasure they're afraid they won't find
So in sheltered harbours they cling to their anchors
Bank down their boilers & shut down their steam
And wait for the sailors to return with the bright treasures
That will fan the dull embers & fire up their dreams
Chorus
And some men are schemers who laugh at the dreamers
Take the gold from the sailors & turn it to dross
They're men in a prison, they're men without vision
Whose only horizon is profit and loss
So when storm clouds come sailing across your blue ocean
Hold fast to your dreaming for all that you're worth
For as long as there's dreamers, there will always be sailors
Bringing back their bright treasures from the corners of earth
Chorus
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Row On
04:46
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[D] Clouds are upon the summer [G] sky
There's thunder on the [A] wind
[D] Pull on, pull on and homeward [G] hie
Nor [A] give one look be[D]hind
CHORUS:
[D] Row on, row on another [G] day
May shine with brighter [A] light
[D] Ply the oars and pull [G] away
There's [A] dawn beyond the [D] night
CHORUS
[D] Bear where you go the word of [G] love
Say all that words can [A] say
[D] Changeless affections strength to [G] prove
But [A] speed upon the [D] way
CHORUS
[D] Oh like yon river would I [G] glide
To where my heart would [A] be
My [D] bark should soon outsail the [G] tide
That [A] hurries to the [D] sea
CHORUS
[D] But yet a star shines constant [G] still
Through yonder cloudy [A] sky
And [D] hope as bright my bosom [G] fills
From [A] faith that cannot [D] die
CHORUS
[D] Row on, row on God speed the [G] way
You must not linger [A] here
[D] Storms hang about the closing [G] day
[A] Tomorrow may be [D] clear
CHORUS
-- a lament found by Gail Huntington in an 1864 journal
from the New Bedford Whaler "Three Brothers"
Tune from Tim Laycock
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You'll Never Grow Old
03:40
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The moment of truth it lies frozen forever,
Deep in the heart like a stone in the soul
The news it came through, it told of your leaving.
It seems just a few days ago
Your friends crowding round filled the hallway and garded
Searching for words to console, to explain
Shaking our hands, “Sorry for your troubles”
And each had a kind word to say
Chorus:
You will never grow old
But you’ll always be growing
In our hearts, in our minds
In the home you left behind
You will never know pain nor the anguish of aging
You will always be young and beautiful
Some plod along down a long road complaining
Finding no joy in the wondrous mile
But you skipped and sang every hour you were given
[But you lived and you loved all the hours you were given]
And you filled up our hearts with your smile
Days turn to years and the tears of lamentation
Flow to a place where the waters run clear
Turning the tides to a new celebration
For a love that will always be here
Chorus
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The Snowy-Breasted Pearl
03:44
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There's a colleen fair as May for a year and for a day
I have sought by every way her heart to gain
There's no art of tongue or eye fond youths with maidens try
Yet I've tried with ceaseless sigh yet tried in vain
If to France or far off Spain she crossed the watery main
To see her face again the seas I'd brave
But if this is heaven's decree that mine she will not be
May the Son of Mary me in mercy save
Oh the blooming milk-white dove to whom I've given mylove
Do not ever thus reprove my constancy
Fairer maidens would be mine with wealth and land and kine
If my heart would but incline to turn from thee
But a kiss with welcome bland or a touch of thy fair hand
Are all that I demand wouldst thy love burn
But if not mine dear girl, oh snowy breasted pearl
May I never from the fair with life return
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Sweet Carnloch Bay
03:02
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When winter was brawling, o'er high hills and mountains
And dark were the clouds o'er the deep rolling sea,
I spied a wee lass as the daylight was dawning
She was asking the road to sweet Carnloch Bay
Says I, My wee lassie, I canna well teIl you
The number of miles or how far it might be
But if you'll consent, I'll convoy you a wee bit
And I'll show you the road to sweet Carnloch Bay
You turn to the right and pass down by the churchyard
Cross over the river and down by the sea;
We'll call in Pat Hamill's and have a wee drop there
Just to help us along to sweet Carnloch Bay
Here's a health to Pat Hamill likewise the wee lassie
And to every laddie that's listening to me
And ne'er turn your back on a bonnie wee lassie
When she's asking the road to sweet Carnloch Bay
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Bogs of Shanaheever
06:17
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My [G]young life is [Em]past, and it [D]makes me feel [G]dreary
For in [G]exile I'm [D]cast on the [C]wilds of a [D]prairie
I've to [G]hunt the buffa[D]lo, the [C]panther, and the [D]beaver
While my [G]thoughts wander [Em]back to the [G]Bogs of [D]Shana[G]heever
From the shores of Lough Annagh, to the plains of Glenbricken
By the light of the moon, my poor heart it was stricken
I'd have made for Letterdean but the boys they would not favor
So we made over the hills to the Bogs of Shanaheever
Now then, Andy and Eoin, in my absence make ready
By the light of the moon go and call Master Freddy
Tell him to prepare and to be mighty quick and clever
This is my last day coursing o'er the Bogs of Shanaheever
In London for years they would talk of Susannah
And young Willie Eyre, he would boast of Black Diana
But if I had my way there's none of them I'd favor
I'd give Victor the sway o'er the Bogs of Shanaheever
Now the course it was rough but Bruce he was long-winded
And fierce every stride sure the hunting it was splendid
And our two year old dog, he was knacky, keen and clever
But the next thing I saw was a death in Shanaheever
The night Victor died, my coursing days were over
I sat down and cried like a broken hearted lover
We laid Victor in his grave, and we laid him there forever
I paid my passage to New York from the Bogs of Shanaheever
Now Ireland, my love, on you I'll think forever
There is no place on earth that men love with such great fervor
And when the time is right, I'll return once more to see her
And I'll settle down forever on the Bogs of Shanaheever
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Music of Healing
04:02
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[C]Don't beat the [C]drum that [F]frightens the [C]children,
[C]Don't sing the [Am]songs about [Dm]winning and [G]losing,
Come [C]sit down be[C]side me, the [F]green fields are [C]bleeding.
[C]Sing me the [Am]music of [G]heal-ing [G].
[C]Sing me a [C]song of a [F]lover re[C]turning,
The [C]darker the [Am]night, the [Dm]nearer the [G]morning,
[C]Bring me the [C]news of a [F]new day that’s [C]dawning,
[C]Sing me the [Am]music of [G]heal-[C]ing.
CHORUS:
[G]Ah, [G]ah, the [F]heart’s a [C]wonder,
[G]Stronger [G]than the [F]guns of [C]thunder,
[C]Even [C/B]when we're [Am]torn [Am7]asunder,
[G]Love will [G]come a[C]gain.
[C]Sometimes the [C]truth's like a [F]hare in the [C]cornfield,
[C]You know that it's [Am]there, but you [Dm]can't put your [G]arms round it.
[C]All we can [C]hope for is to [F]follow its [C]footprints,
[C]Sing me the [Am]music of [G]healing [G].
[C]Who would have [C]thought I could [F]feel so con[C]tented
[C]to learn I was [Am]wrong after [Dm]all of my [G]rambles?
[C]I've learned to be [C]hard and I've [F]learned how to [C]tremble,
[C]Sing me the [Am]music of [G]heal-[C]ing.
CHORUS:
[G]Ah, [G]ah, the [F]heart’s a [C]wonder,
[G]Stronger [G]than the [F]guns of [C]thunder,
[C]Even [C/B]when we're [Am]torn [Am7]asunder,
[G]Love will [G]come a[C]gain.
[C]Somehow the [C]cycle of [F]vengeance keeps [C]turning, 'til
[C]each other's [Am]sorrows and [Dm]songs we start [G]learning.
[C]Peace is the [C]prize for [F]those who are [C]daring,
[C]Sing me the [Am]music of [G]heal-ing [G].
[C]Time is your [C]friend, it [F]cures all your [C]sorrows,
But [C]how can I [Am]wait 'til a[Dm]nother to[G]morrow?
[C]One step to[C]day and a [F]thousand will [C]follow,
[C]Sing me the [Am]music of [G]heal-[C]ing.
[G]Ah, [G]ah, the [F]heart’s a [C]wonder,
[G]Stronger [G]than the [F]guns of [C]thunder,
[C]Even [C/B]when we're [Am]torn [Am7]asunder,
[G]Love will [G]come a[C]gain.
[G]Ah, [G]ah, the [F]heart’s a [C]wonder,
[G]Stronger [G]than the [F]guns of [C]thunder,
[C]Even [C/B]when we're [Am]torn [Am7]asunder,
[G]Love will [G]come a[C]gain.
Last time Acapella:
Ah, ah, the heart’s a wonder,
Stronger than the guns of thunder,
Even when we're torn asunder,
Love will come again.
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BruceFoleyMusic Miltown Malbay, Ireland
Bruce Foley is a respected Irish singer, guitarist and uilleann piper. He performed with Tommy Sands on low whistle and uilleann pipes, most notably at Madison Square Gardens for Pete Seeger's 90th birthday celebration. He has also appeared in concert with Cherish The Ladies at the Celtic Connections festival and on a Christmas television special aired on TG4 in Ireland. ... more
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