Troublesome waters, much blacker than night,. Are hiding from view, the harbour's bright light.. Tossed on the turmoil of life's troubled sea,. I cried to my Saviour: "Have mercy on me.".
Off to Philadelphia. . Me name is Paddy Leary from a spot on Tipperary. The hearts of all the girls I'm a thorn in. But befall the break of morn, it is they who'll be forlorn.
I went to church on Sunday, I swung my chariot low. Reached up to kiss the deacon, he said "You'd better go". Trouble, I'm in trouble with him. Trouble's where I'm going.
Every night in my dreams. I see you, I feel you. That is how I know you, go on. Far across the distance. And spaces between us. You have come to show you, go on.
You led me into the trackless woods. My falling stars, my dark endeavor.. You were bitterness and lies, a bill of goods, a bribe. You weren't a consolation ever..
Mary, did you know. That your baby boy, would one day walk on water?. Mary, did you know. That your baby boy, would save our sons and daughters?. . Did you know.
I've traveled high, I traveled low. And there was no place that I didn't go. Looking for this kind of happy with you. . I had a love, it wasn't right.
Build me a house in the ocean. I'll come every spring. Between the codfish and the whales. Who knows what time might bring. . Pave me a way through the waves.
Far away I've traveled,. To stand once more alone.. And hear my memories echo,. Through these hills that I call home.. . As a child I roamed this valley..
How can the small flowers grow,. If the wild wind blows,. And the cold snow. Is all around.. . And where will the frail birds fly,. If their homes on high.
Theres a Whole Lotta Heaven. Theres a whole lot of people talkin bout getting in the gloryland way. Walkin straight and narrow, trying to get to heaven someday.
The winter now is here and the years steal so swift away. Just like a thief in the night who comes but to flee. The berries are full bright and the small birds sing out to me.
There's a wall in Washington. and it's made of cold black granite. They say 60,000 names are etched there in it. in that wall in Washington. . A father, he traveled from far away.
A cold wind against my shoulder woke me up in the middle of the night. An Autumn leaf was scraping against my window. like it was trying hard to get inside.
I'll be home for Christmas. You can count on me. Please, have snow and mistletoe. And presents under the tree. . Christmas Eve will find me. Where the love light gleams.
They tell me of a home far beyond the sky. They tell me of a home far away. They tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise. O, they tell me of an unclouded day.
I heard the bells on Christmas day. Their old familiar carols play. And mild and sweet the words repeat,. Of peace on earth, good will to men.. . I thought how as the day had come,.
Come along my dear, the time's growin' near,. We'll have to walk down where the field is overgrown. Consumption's claimed his life and we dare not miss the sight,.
The souls of all my dears have flown to the stars. The souls of all my dears have flown to the stars. . Memory, your hour returns with each new year. I see, I hear, I touch you drawing near.
Oh holy night, the stars are brightly shining. It is the night of our dear Savior's birth. Long lay the world in sin and error pining. Till He appeared and the soul felt it's worth.