I bought a ticket to Austrailia, for my holidays,. Got my boarding pass, found out at last,. That I was seated in the middle of the row.. The buisness man beside me smelled like Old Spice, and Gin..
Through the ages, through war, pestilence and sleet, the Celtic culture has survived, it's songs and dances passed from father to son, from mother to daughter, from uncle to goat. And though few still speak Gaelic, the ancient language of the Celts, all hearts are still stirred by the beautiful tones of this mellifluous tongue..
Me work hard five days a week. Sweeping garbage from the street. Come home not want book to read. Not 'nuff pictures for me see. Sit right down in favourite chair.
The table's set ant the turkey's out. Christmas is here, let out a shout. The family's gathered all about. Christmas, Christmas is here!. Everyone is wearing big smiles.
I'm out on the range, surveying the land. Thinking of the job that's to be done. My life is hard but I don't mind. Men like me, that's how the west was won.
Some poets sing of a noble king,. Or of a sweetheart fair.. Some tell a tale of ships that sail. With treasures rich and rare.. But my humble pen still drifts again.
My song for you this evening. Is not to make you sad. Nor for adding to the sorrows. Of this troubled northern land. . But lately, I've been thinking.
When all is said and done. You're still a lucky one. And I've lost out again this time. You said that we were strong. Said that we'd go on and on. Do you see that you were wrong this time?.
After the morning there comes an evening. And after the evening another day. And after a false love there comes a true love. I'd have you listen now to what I say.
In a land of O'Cahan where bleak mountains rise. O'er those brown ridgy tops now the dusky clouds fly. Deep sunk in a valley a wild flower did grow. And her name was Finvola, the Gem of the Roe.
The snow it melts the soonest when the winds begin to sing. And the corn it ripens fastest when the frost is setting in. And when the young man tells me that my face he'll soon forget.
Farewell to old Ireland, the land of my childhood. Which now and forever I am going to leave. Farewell to the shores, where the shamrock is growing. It's the bright spot of beauty and the home of the brave.
There she was just a-walkin' down the street,. Singin', do-wah diddy-diddy dum diddy-do. Snappin' her fingers and shufflin' her feet,. Singin', do-wah diddy-diddy dum diddy-do.
Just take those old records off the shelf. I'll sit and listen to 'em by myself. Today's music ain 't got the same soul. I like that old time rock 'n' roll.
The heart of the city street was beating. Lights from the neons. Turned the dark to day. We were too hot to think of sleeping, yeah. We had to get out.
There was a time in this fair land when the railroad did not run. Where the wild majestic mountains stood alone against the sun. Long before the white man and long before the wheel.
I used to think maybe you loved me, now baby I'm sure. But I just can't wait till the day when you knock on my door, hey. . Now I'm walking on sunshine, whoa oh.
Round round get around. I get around. Yeah. Get around round round I get around. . I get around. Get around round round I get around. From town to town.
Forget your troubles common get happy. Ya better chase all your cares away. Shout Hallelujah, c'mon get happy. Get ready for the judgment day. . The sun is shinin', c'mon get happy.
love I get so lost, sometimes. days pass and this emptiness fills my heart. when I want to run away. I drive off in my car. but whichever way I go. I come back to the place you are.