To a son it is given. Some dusty strings from the wall. Fingers touch and he plays a tune. It's a mighty air. You know the heart is there. . (It hides).
An seanchas gearr, an seanchas is fearr. An scal is giorra is milse I mbal. An chnid is l an chnid is fearr. Focal n dh m thaithnonn lig d. . Fol la 'lore'.
Slowly, I look around. An angry sight for every sound. We stood with troubles all around. She's trampled on the ground. . Feel the sadness inside. I'm scarlet inside.
The Storm of the Century. (the 1935 Labor Day hurricane song). Words and music by Chris Foster January 9th 2003.. . The keys are the islands along Florida Bay.
(Gibson/Rieser/Rieser). Well, they called him Super Skier. As he sat around the sundeck,. For he swore that he would never take a spill.. When they finally brought him down.
Last night I was dreaming. of the girls of the cattle fold. Fine, noble, gentle girls they were. Singing songs on the shieling. I spent last night on the shieling.
Faili, faili, faili o/ ro;. Faili, faili, faili o/ ro;. Faili, faili, faili o/ ro;. 'S cian nan cian bho dh'fhàg mi Leòdhas.. 'S fhada learn an oidche gheamhraidh,.
Quando andrai a Scarborough Fair. salvia, menta, prezzemolo e timo. Tu porta il segno del mio rimpianto. alla donna che allora io amavo.. . Vorrei in dono una camicia di lino.