Star

Near Banbridge Town in the County Down. One morning last July. Down a boreen green came a sweet colleen. And she smiled as she passed me by.. She looked so sweet from her two bare feet.

Skyswimmer

I met a man with eyes like glass. Whose useful days were gone and passed. He told me in a cardboard tone. How long ago he once had flown. . When I was young he did relate.

She Moved Through The Fair

My young love said to me,. My mother won't mind. And my father won't slight you. For your lack of kind.. She stepped away from me. And this she did say,.

Scotland The Brave / Hava Nagila

Hava Nagila, Hava Nagila, Hava Nagila. . La, la la la la. la la la la la la la. La la la, la la la la. La la la la la.

Ride My Monster

Across the loch. On the mountain side. there lives a lovely lassie I would see tonight. But I haven't got an automobile.... And my bicycle has got a broken wheel....

Perfect Song

Many years I've lived alone. A life of solitude. Since my love did leave this life. My joys have been but few. In my sleep she sang to me. Like summer's windy breath.

One Last Drink

I've had a life that's full. Everyone's been good to me. So fire up that fiddle, boy. And give me one last drink. When the sun comes up. I will leave without a fight.

No More Stones

Thought we had a grudge against. Our friends who live beyond the fence. Victims of a circumstance or writers of our fate?. Proud enough to cast a stone.

New Monthly Flavour

Jerry's keeping up with the neighbours. Good for the man on the go. Rabbit's got a new monthly flavour. Helps to keep the dogs on the down-low. Anna's feeling less self-destructive.

Musicbox

Minstrel Boy

The minstrel boy to the war has gone. In the ranks of death you will find him. His father's sword he is girded on. And his wild harp slung behind him.

Voces De Tango

Temo que al oscurecer vuelva a recordar, que sin ti. Esperar es matar el fuego, que por ti tengo en mi pecho. Y en mi esta la risa falsa, en vez de empezar a llorar.

Marti's Last Stand

Marti was a fightin' man. Whose story should be told. He was a son of circumstance. He couldn't quite control. His father gave him pellet guns. And plastic hand grenades.

Vete De Mi

Tu, que llenas todo de alegría y juventud. y ves fantasmas en la noche de trasluz. y hoy es el canto perfumado del azul.. Vete de mi.... . No te detengas a mirar.

Martha Stuart

March Of The Fleas

Maggie's Pancake Mix

Trinidad

Trinidad tiene triple personalidad. Y ninguna de ellas la entiendo. Cómo iba a ser yo capaz. No sé comprender a una sola mujer. . Cuando se haré la linda es mi preferida.

Long Way Home

I feel I've wandered. For most of my years. Taken some wrong turns. They all brought me here. If the road is a body. Then a home is the soul. I think I can make it.

Justicia

Noooo, no voy a llorar por ti,. vooooy, a guardarme este recuerdo.. Nooo, no voy a llorar por ti,. queeee, mi corazon no ha muerto,. no ha muerto,. no ha muerto..