The Last train to Paradise. Words and Music Chris Foster. copyright 2003 Chris Foster Music Publishing. . What was known as a modern day marvel. A great railroad that crossed over sea.
The wren, oh the wren; he's the king of all birds,. On St. Stevens day he got caught in the furze,. So it's up with the kettle and it's down with the pan,.
Near Bethlehem did shepherds keep. Their flocks of lambs and feeding sheep. To whom God's angels did appear. Which put the shepherds in great fear.. "Arise and go", the angels said.
Near to Banbridge Town, in the County DownOne morning in July,Down a boreen green came a sweet colleen,And she smiled as she passed me by;Oh, she looked so neat from her two white feetTo the sheen of her nut-brown hair,Sure the coaxing elf, I'd to shake myselfTo make sure I was standing there.
In the merry month of May. From me home I started. Left the girls of Tuam. Sad and broken hearted. . Salute me father dear. And kissed me darlin' mother.
All the streets are filled with laughter and light. And the music of the season. And the merchants windows are all bright. With the faces of the children.
I was an unmarried girl. I'd just turned twenty-seven. When they sent me to the sisters. For the way men looked at me. Branded as a jezebel. I knew I was not bound for Heaven.
Ten years ago on a cold dark night. Someone was killed 'neath the town hall light. Just a few at the scene, and they all did agree. That the man who ran looked a lot like me.
When first I came to Ireland some pleasure for to find. It's there I spied a damsel fair, most pleasing to my mind. Her rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes like arrows pierced my breast.
Farewell to the groves of shillelagh and the shamrock. Farewell to the girls of old Ireland all 'round. And may their hearts be as merry as ever they could wish for.
Farewell to the groves of shillelagh and the shamrock. Farewell to the girls of old Ireland all 'round. And may their hearts be as merry as ever they could wish for.
I was down the glen one Easter morn. To a city fair rode I. There armed lines of marching men. In squadrons passed me by. No pipe did hum, no battle drum did sound it's loud tattoo.
The boar's head in hand bear I. Bedecked with bay and rosemary;. So I pray you my masters be merry,. Quot estis in convivio [as many as are at the feast]..
by Michael Brown. Oh, we're meetin' at the courthouse at eight o'clock tonight. You just walk in the door and take the first turn to the right. Be careful when you get there, we hate to be bereft.
by Woody Guthrie. I was born about ten thousand years ago. There ain't nuthin' in this world that I don't know. I saw Peter Paul and Moses playin' ring-around-the-roses.
In Life, there are NO guarantees. . NO guarantees at all. . Just ask the Tsunami victims who awoke in a flood.... . And ask yourself...... . Where will you be, when you wake up?.
This song is for my mother. Let her hear me cry. I couldnt bring myself to write it. Til this darkened day arrived. A song about old promises. Made so long ago.
There was a boy. Playing on a swing. Deep in love with life. Loving everything. . And he'd speak to God. When all alone. Making deals with God. 'Bout his dreams and hopes.
Theres a fury on the waves. A madness taking place. Fueled by the blood. Of weary wage slaves. . And they taught us how to hate. In a hi tech kind of way.
The Bed. Your Mouth. My Touch. Our Lips. . Its a fever. In the night. Forbidden. . Forbidden. . Desecrated and damned together. Desecrated and damned forever.