Тексты песен «Christy Moore»

I wrote me a letter to Syracuse, it was a letter full of lies I told them that we were doing fine, very much to their surprise For how were they to know that here the ground was soaked in red Or that we could fill the...

One summer evening drunk as hell I sat there nearly lifeless. An old man in the corner sang, Where the water lilies grow. On the jukebox Johnny sang, About a thing called love. And it's "how are you kid? What's your...

See the bright new moon is rising, Above the land of black and green Hear the rebels voices calling, I will not die 'till you bury me The aunt upstairs in the bed she is calling, Why has he forsaken me Faded...

He's twenty-five; he's sick and tired, It's time to try the other side, The B&I to paradise, To sergeants and their men. He's never been to Dun Na Ri, Combed the beaches after three, Chips and beer and greenery,...

I was lured by the rocking horse Sweets and the bualadh bos Fifty wild boys to a room Sing lamh, lamh eile, the dish ran away with the spoon Black shoes and stockings for those who say don't Blue is the colour...

America your head is so big America your belly is so big I LOVE you but I wish you'd stay where you live In America the land of the free they say land of opportunity in a just and truthful way where the president is...

The autumn evenings filled with copper shades I see the birds' neck in the frame A figure walks into the sunset Someone goes past suspended from the sky Takes more imagination When everything's remote control For me...

Everybody knew, nobody said. A week ago last Tuesday. She was just fifteen years. When she reached her full term. She went to a grotto. Just a field, In The Middle of The Island. To deliver herself. Her Baby...

Oh have you been to Avondale and lingered in her lovely vale Where tall trees whisper low the tale of avondale's proud eagle Where pride and ancient glory fade Such was the land where he was laid Like Christ was thirty...

In 1803 we sailed out to sea Out from the sweet town of Derry For Australia bound if we didn't all drown And the marks of our fetters we carried In our rusty iron chains we cried for our weans Our good women we left in...

I was 18 when I came to town They called it the summer of love Burning babies, burning flags The hawks against the doves I took a job at the steaming way Down on Caltrim St Fell in love with a laundry girl That...

the black and tans from London came to shoot the people down they thought the IRA was dead in dear old Belfast town those cruel English soldiers they were seriously dismayed "no Surrender" was the war cry of the Belfast...

And they went home on an Easter road On a silent night tryin' not to show Who goes where and who goes when Thinkin' some day soon they'll get it back again From the ghetto in Capetown to dig the gold Little boy blue...

Black is the colour of my true love's hair, Her lips are like some roses fair, She's the sweetest smile, And the gentlest hands, I love the ground, Whereon she stands. I love my love and well she knows, I love the...

I was sittin' beside the road in Black Jack County. Not knowing that the Sheriff paid a bounty, For men like me that hadn't got a penny to their name. So he locked my leg to 35 pounds of Black Jack County Chains. And...

Bridget O'Reilly was a fine looking girl Well, her skin was like ivory and her teeth shone like pearls The fellas all chased her in vain til one day She went and got married to Barney O'Shea They'd been married a year,...

I skimmed across black water, without once submerging Onto the banks of an urban morning That hungers the first light, much much more Than mountains ever do. And she like a ghost beside me goes down with the ease of a...

One summer evening drunk as hell, I sat there nearly lifeless. An old man in the corner sang, Where the water lilies grow. On the jukebox Johnny sang, About a thing called love. And it's "how are you kid? What's your...

In the cold of the evening, they used to gather. Neath the stars in the meadow, circled near the old oak tree. At the times appointed.. by the seasons.. Of the earth, and the phases of the moon. In the center, often...

ChorusIn the City of Chicago, As the evening shadows fall, There are people dreaming, Of the hills of Donegal. 1847, was the year it all began, Deadly pains of hunger, drove a million from the land, They...