There were three brothers in merry Scotland,. In merry Scotland there were three,. And they did cast lots which of them should go,. should go, should go,.
Green are your eyes. In the morning when you rise.. Don't you be afraid, my love,. To lie by me,. Your father will not know.. . Love can be broken. Though no words are spoken..
Now, it makes no difference what you do, I love you, babe.. Well, I need your lovin', I need it bad, oh deed I do.. Now, you don't believe me when I say I love you, babe..
I'm going back baby way behind the sun. I'm going back baby way behind the sun. I'm gonna find me some honey and I just might bring you some. Well I'm going back baby don't you want to go.
Jack O'Rion was the finest fiddler ever fiddled on the string. He could drive young ladies wild with a tune his wires would sing. He could fiddle the fish out of salt water, water from a marble stone.
Strolling down the highway. I'm gonna get there my way. Dusk till dawn I'm walkin'. Can hear my guitar rocking?. . While I stroll on down. On down the highway.
Ask me why a rambler ain't got no home. Ask me why I sit and cry alone. I wish I knew. I wish I knew. If I knew, I'd know what to do. . Day in day out seems I'm running all on my own.
Runnin', runnin' from home. Breakin' ties that you'd grown. Catchin' dreams from the clouds. . The city sounds burn your soul. Turn your head to the cries.
Hey girl, oh how your love is strong. Weaves a tumble-in' tearless song. Tho' you don't seem to care that you love is blind. You don't seem to care not realize.
When sadness fills your heart. And sorrow hides the longing to be free. When things go wrong each day. You fix your mind to 'scape your misery. . Your troubled young life.
I have no time to spend with you. You talk of nothing, what can you do. You live like kings and you know it's true. That if famine crossed the waters that'll be the end of you.
Green are your eyes. In the morning, when you arise. Don't you be afraid to lie. By me, my love. Your father will not know. . Love can be broken. Though no words are spoken.
Freedom fighters speak with your tongues. Sing with the might of the wind. In your lungs, do you hear me now?. My mama told me, papa said it too. Son, the world's divided and you know.
Green are your eyes In the morning, when you rise Don't you be afraid to lie By me,. My love Your father will not know. . Love can be broken Though no words are spoken Don't you be afraid to lie By me,.
As gentle tides go rolling by,. Along the salt sea strand. The colours blend and roll as one. Together in the sand.. And often do the winds entwine. Do send their distant call,.
When sadness fills your heart. And sorrow hides the longing to be free. When things go wrong each day. You fix your mind to 'scape your misery. . Your troubled young life.
Green are your eyes in the morning, when you rise. Don't you be afraid to lie. By me my love, your father will not know. . Love can be broken, though no words are spoken.
Trad. arr. Hazel O`Connor - Cormac De Barra. . One morning fair as I took the air. Down by Blackwater Side. And when staring all around me. An Irish lad I spied.
(Traditional). One evening fair, I took the air. Down by Blackwaterside. 'Twas in gazing all around me. That the Irish lad I spied. All through the first part of the night.