Disc 1 | ||||||
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1. |
| 6:10 | ||||
When in the springtime of the year When the trees are crowned with leaves When the ash and oak, and the birch and yew Are dressed in ribbons fair When owls call the breathless moon In the blue veil of the night The shadows of the trees appear Amidst the lantern light We've been rambling all the night And some time of this day Now returning back again Who will go down to those shady groves And summon the shadows there And tie a ribbon on those sheltering arms In the springtime of the year The songs of birds seem to fill the wood That when the fiddler plays All their voices can be heard Long past their woodland days And so they linked their hands and danced Round in circles and in rows And so the journey of the night descends When all the shades are gone "A garland gay we bring you here And at your door we stand It is a sprout well budded out The work of Our Lord's hand" |
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2. |
| 4:48 | ||||
3. |
| 5:10 | ||||
Now she's walking thru the clouds With a circus mind That's running wild Butterflies and zebras And moonbeams and fairytales All she ever thinks about is riding with the wind When I'm sad she comes to me With a thousand smiles She gives to me free It's alright, it's she says Take anything you want from me Anything |
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4. |
| 5:44 | ||||
Leaving for an unknown shore with every breeze just like a sigh the sea is deep with tears of those before with feelings like the sea birds cry It gently took me by the jand across the ocean blue and placed me in a foreign land far away from you No more the ancient conversation replies with just a nod No fiddle plays a lamentation no slowly burning sod No smiles await on Ellis fears of the unknown Only tired hearts of the countless people taken from their homes Wait and yearn to be released as the ground beneath you heaves Turn your gaze to the East reflect on what the cold wake leaves To be drawn across an ocean this crooked path we pave on earth's eternal motion to be a servant to the slave To be drawn across an ocean this crooked path we pave On earth's eternal motion to be a servant to the slave To be drawn across an ocean this crooked path we pave On earth's eternal motion to be a servant to the slave |
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5. |
| 4:16 | ||||
6. |
| 4:51 | ||||
7. |
| 4:02 | ||||
8. |
| 4:02 | ||||
9. |
| 4:49 | ||||
10. |
| 3:13 | ||||
When I hear that wind blow, all across the Wicklow mountains. Is it you, I hear a calling. Johnny boy, oh Johnny boy. When I look to the west, all across the River Shannon. I can still see you smiling. Johnny boy, oh Johnny boy. When the leaves have turned to brown and winter's due. As I watch the sun goes down, I'll think of you. When I hear that wind blow, all across the Wicklow mountains. Sure it's you, I'll hear a calling. Johnny boy, oh Johnny boy. |
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11. |
| 4:47 | ||||
Think about my little girl Her yellow skin and her dark curl And how her father's heart was frozen I spoke to her and I said: "You won't regret the mother you have chosen" I lied. Where's she tonight? I left him now we're apart And I think about his cruel heart And how his lies have left mine broken To think that I spoke to him then I said: "She won't regret the father she has chosen" I lied. Where's he tonight? You were precious to me After all I called you into being I wanted you to know that Yes, you were precious to me And I miss my little boy I strayed away, so far away And I need him tonight To feel his hands around my face His loving eyes His happy face Would be so right Once I sat in my husbands car Him in my arms, woke up and saw me crying My heart wouldn't work And this he did my special child He touched my face with his hand and smiled Oh boy, everything's all right Don't cry, everything's all right Don't cry, Jakes's here tonight Don't hide, Jake's here alive |
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12. |
| 4:17 | ||||
13. |
| 5:07 | ||||
14. |
| 7:04 | ||||
15. |
| 3:04 | ||||
16. |
| 4:21 | ||||
Disc 2 | ||||||
1. |
| 5:24 | ||||
'Twas down the glen one Easter morn To a city fair rode I. When Ireland's line of marching men In squadrons passed me by. No pipe did hum, no battle drum Did sound its dread tattoo But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey's swell Rang out in the foggy dew. Right proudly high over Dublin town They hung out a flag of war. 'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar. And from the plains of Royal Meath Strong men came hurrying through; While Brittania's sons with their long-range guns Sailed in from the foggy dew. 'Twas England bade our wild geese go That small nations might be free. Their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves On the fringe of the grey North Sea. But had they died by Pearse's side Or fought with Valera true, Their graves we'd keep where the Fenians sleep 'Neath the hills of the foggy dew. The bravest fell, and the solemn bell Rang mournfully and clear For those who died that Eastertide In the springing of the year. And the world did gaze in deep amaze At those fearless men and true Who bore the fight that freedom's light Might shine through the foggy dew. |
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2. |
| 3:12 | ||||
La dagen f Sin hvile n Og natten vil vke for den Nocturne Selv mrket m En gang forg S natten kan fde en dag La dagen f Sin hvile n Og natten vil vke for den Nocturne Selv mrket m En gang forg S natten kan fde en dag |
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3. |
| 4:39 | ||||
4. |
| 4:53 | ||||
All the fear has left me now I'm not frightened anymore It's my heart that pounds beneath my flesh it's my mouth that pushes out this breath and if I shed a tear I won't cage it I won't fear love and if I feel a rage I won't deny it I won't fear love Companion to our demons they will dance, and we will play With chairs, candles, and cloth making darkness in the day It will be easy to look in or out upstream or down without a thought and if I shed a tear I won't cage it I won't fear love and if I feel a rage I won't deny it I won't fear love Peace in the struggle to find peace comfort on the way to comfort and if I shed a tear I won't cage it I won't fear love and if I feel a rage I won't deny it I won't fear love I won't fear love I won't fear love |
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5. |
| 7:02 | ||||
6. |
| 4:33 | ||||
Oh dho que'
Va t'ma fsa vio ka Zapatien dorwi thole padreyyen |
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7. |
| 4:14 | ||||
8. |
| 4:18 | ||||
9. |
| 4:03 | ||||
10. |
| 4:19 | ||||
11. |
| 3:56 | ||||
12. |
| 3:40 | ||||
13. |
| 3:27 | ||||
14. |
| 2:51 | ||||
15. |
| 4:08 | ||||
16. |
| 3:13 | ||||