On Raglan Road on an Autumn day I met her first and knew That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue; I saw the danger, yet I walked
on the wing we had dreams and songs to sing it's so lonely 'round the Fields of Athenry. Our love was on the wing we had dreams and songs to sing
Oh, Mary, this London's a wonderful sight With people here working by day and by night They don't sow potatoes, nor barley nor wheat But there' gangs
I?ve just dropped in to see you all I?ll only stay a while I want to hear how you?re getting on I want to see you smile I?m happy to be back again And
In my memory I will always see the town that I have loved so well Where our school played ball by the gasyard wall and we laughed through the smoke
Oh the winter it has passed And the summer's come at last And the small birds are singing in the trees And their little hearts are glad Ah, but mine
O the Summer time is coming And the trees are sweetly blooming And wild mountain thyme Grows around the blooming heather Will you go, lassie, go? And
As I was going over the Cork and Kerry mountains I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting. I first produced my pistol, and then produced
I've met some Friends who say that I'm a dreamer, And I've no doubt there's truth in what they say, But sure a body's bound to be a dreamer When all
When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary; When troubles come and my heart burdened be; Then, I am still and wait here in the silence, Until you come
I like short songs [Repeat 13 times]
that is colour blind, where's gray? It's my way of writing a song for sense Getting anxiety set in the older me Foreign end [x2] Writing a song for sense