The cliffs of dooneen: to izabella and tadeusz. . You may travel far from your own native home. Far away o'er the mountains far away o'er the foam. But of all the fine places that I've ever been.
Oh! list to the strains of a poor irish harper. And scorn not the strings from his poor withered hand;. Oh remember his fingers could once move more sharper.
Sweet sister mary what is this I hear. I hear that you're planning on leaving from here. And I fear that it's true there's a great empty space. Faces are crying all over the place.
Holy saviour, yet so tiny,. Mighty ruler, yet so small.. Infant lowly, born so humbly,. Yet redeemer of us all.. Now the angels sing to greet thee,. God is with us, here on earth..
Steal away let's steal away. No reason left to stay. For me and you. Let's start a-new. And darling steal away. . Steal away and chase some dreams. And hope they never find us.
Sonny, don't go away, I am here all alone. And your daddy's a sailor who never comes home. And the nights are so long and the silence goes on. And I'm feelin' so tired, I'm not all that strong.
Song For The Mira. Out on the Mira one warm afternoon. Old men go fishing with black line and spoon. And if they catch nothing they never complain. I wish I was with them again.
The snow is softly falling. The night is cold and grey. The forests fields and mountains. Await the coming day. One star outshines the others. So bright as if to say.
Silent night, holy night. All is calm, all is bright. Round yon virgin mother and child. Holy infant, so tender and mild,. Sleep in heavenly peace!. Sleep in heavenly peace!.
My young love said to me. "My mother won't mind. And my father won't slight you. For your lack of kind". . And she stepp'd away from me. And this she did say.
Let Italy boast of her gay gilded waters. Her vines and her bowers and her soft sunny skies. Her sons drinking love from the eyes of her daughters. Where freedom expires amid softness and sighs.
Scotland for ever (scotland the brave) : to cliff hanley. . Let italy boast of her gay gilded waters. Her vines and her bowers and her soft sunny skies.
Dear friend of mine, the weather's fine. Today I saw some ruins of the Roman worlds decline. And I climbed those Spanish steps, you heard so much about.
Panis angelicus fit panis hominum;. Dat panis coelicus figuris terminum:. O res mirabilis! manducat cominum.. Pauper, pauper, servus et humilis,. Pauper, pauper, servus et humilis..
When I need to feel you near me. I stand in this quiet place. Where the silver light of countless stars. Falling on my face. Though they all shine so brightly.
Two island swans. They mated for life. And his faithful heart. Would not consider any other wife. . With three years of peaceful joy. With the rushes of the pond.
How old was i, 5 or 6 or so. The innocent years, long ago. Father on a chair reaching up so far. Crowning the tree, with that old tin star. And it shines so pretty diamonds in the sun.
Oh rowan tree, oh rowan tree. Thou'lt aya be dear to thee. Entwined thou art wi' many ties. O'hame and infancy. Thy leaves were aye the first of spring.
O little town of Bethlehem. How still we see thee lie?. Above thy deep and dreamless sleep. The silent stars go by. . Yet in thy dark streets shineth.
O holy night. The stars are brightly shining. It is the night. Of the dear saviour's birth. Long lay the world. In sin and error pining. 'til he appeared.