Dear thoughts are in my mind. And my soul soars enchanted. As I hear the sweet lark sing. In the clear air of the day.. For a tender beaming smile. To my hope has been granted.
Black is the colour of my true love's hair. Her lips are like some roses fair. She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands. And I love the ground whereon she stands..
Black is the color of my true love's hair. Her lips are like some roses fair. She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands.. And I love the ground where on she stands..
Black is the colour of my true loves hair. His lips are like some roses fair. He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands. And I love the ground whereon he stands.
Black is the colour of my true loves hair. His lips are like some roses fair. He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands. And I love the ground whereon he stands.
Where are you now. And who's by your side. Can't hide for a lifetime. Uncover your eyes. . Wake up, in the morning. Share the sunlight shining down on us.
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.
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.
When you feel so tired trying. When you ask and no-one knows. When your heart is tired fighting. When you feel like letting go. Take this love I've freely given.
She's like the swallow that flies so high. She's like the river that never runs dry. She's like the sunshine on the lee shore. She loves her love and love is no more.
If you want me I'll be at your door. And if you need me I'll be by your side. 'cause every day is a long winding road. And I'll always be here don't you know.
Leaving sweet lovely Derry for fair London town. There is no finer harbour all around can be found. Where the youngsters each evening go down to the shore.
As the lonesome scenes of winter in stormy winds do blow. Clouds around the centre inclined to frost and snow. You're the boy that I have chosen to be my only dear.
Dear thoughts are in my mind and my soul it soars enchanted. As I hear the sweet lark sing in the clear air of the day. For a tender beaming smile to my hope has been granted.
I wish I was in heaven high. For night and day I just wait and cry. And from my arms he flew one night. To where I cannot find. . I wish I had the wings to fly.
The leaves fall from the trees like gold. And I tell you that I love you so. The river sings, it's time to go. What lies ahead we'll never know. . And summer brings sweet memories.