There's a woman in Erin who'd give me shelter and my fill of ale;. There's a woman in Ireland who'd prefer my strains to strings being played;. There's a woman in Eirinn and nothing would please her more.
You smile. And there's blood on your lips. Your hands show again. What your mouth has kissed. Now I know something. I did not know before. The thing that you've destroyed.
I love you more than I ever loved a man. And I'm shy. I want to make love with you. More than I ever wanted to. . Do you think that you could make me take some rest?.
I'm circling around the sun. Hoping for a chance to see. You above everyone. Rescue me from this heat. I'm waiting for night to fall. And it's been days.
I used to think the world was flat. Rarely threw my hat into the crowd. I felt I had used up my quota of yearning. . Used to look in on the children at night.
Oh, all the money e'er I had, I spent it in good company. And. All the harm that ever I've done, alas it was to none but me.. And all I've done for want of wit to mem'ry now I can't recall; So.
I have seen the lark soar high at morn. Heard his song up in the blue. I have heard the blackbird pipe his note. The thrush and the linnet too. But there's none of them can sing so sweet.
A Cristy Moore song of which Sinead did the. background vocals, on Moore's album "Voyage". Original written by Jimmy MacCarthy. -------------------------------.
Your hills and dales and flowery vales. That lie near the Moorlough Shore.. Your vines that blow by borden's grove.. Will I ever see no more. . Where the primrose blows.
Out of Ireland I have come. Great hatred and little room. Maimed us at the start. And now home just breaks my heart. To America I have come. I hope to bring your preachermen.
This is the last day of our acquaintance. I will meet you later in somebody's office. I'll talk but you won't listen to me. I know what your answer will be.
I have a universe inside me. Where I can go and spirit guides me. There I can ask oh any question. I get the answers if I listen. . I have a healing room inside me.
There is a house in New Orleans. They call the Rising Sun. And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy. And God I know I'm one. . My mother was a tailorest.
There is no holy one like you. You install kings and take them down. Truly there is no one beside you. You made all of creation with wisdom. . May the glory of Jah endure forever.
please don't cry. for the ghost in the storm outside. they'll not invade this sacred shrine. nor infiltrate your mind. my life down I will lie. if the bogeyman should try.
I was down the glen one Easter morn. To a city fair rode I. There armed lines of marching men. In squadrons passed me by. No pipe did hum, no battle drum did sound its loud tattoo.
There is no holy one like you. You install kings and take them down. Truly there is no one beside you. You made all of creation with wisdom. . May the glory of Jah endure forever.
My only love. What will happen to me. What will happen to me. When you are gone. . I'm frightened love. What will God do to me. What will God do to me.
It seems like years since you held the baby. While I wrecked the bedroom. You said it was dangerous after Sunday. And I knew you loved me. He thinks I just became famous.
It seems like years since you held the baby. While I wrecked the bedroom. You said it was dangerous after Sunday. And I knew you loved me. . He thinks I just became famous.