Тексты песен «Christy Moore»

You may travel far far from your own native home Far away oer the mountains far away oer the foam But of all the fine places that I've ever seen, There's none to compare with The Cliffs of Dooneen Take a view...

My cap is frozen to my head My heart is like a lump of lead My shoes are frozen to my feet With standing at your window Let me in the soldier cried Cold blow the rainy night Oh let me in the soldier cried I'll not go...

Cry Like A Man Dan Penn Take a look around you,how much longer can you live this way trash on the floor from weeks before,just gets deeper by the day cant let go of that foolish pride,you keep it locked up inside time...

Goodbye to the port and brandy, to the vodka and the Stag, To the Smithwicks and the Harp and the bottle, draught and keg. As I sat lookin' up at the Guinness and I could never figure out How your man stayed up on...

I dreamt a dream the other night I couldn't sleep a wink The rats were tryin' to count the sheep and I was off the drink There were footsteps in the parlour and voices on the stairs I was climbin' up the walls and...

Don't forget your shovel if you want to go to work. Oh don't forget your shovel if you want to go to work. Don't forget your shovel if you want to go to work Or you'll end up where you came from like the rest of us...

Close your eyes and come with me back to 1984 We'll take a walk down Henry Street to Dunnes department store. The supermarket's busy and the registers make a din' The groceries go rolling out and the cash comes rolling...

A girl cries in the early morning Woken by the sound of a gun She knows somewhere somebody's dying Beneath the rising sun Outside the window of her cabana The shadows are full of her fears She knows her lover is...

It was Christmas Eve babe in the drunk tank An old man said to me, won't see another one And then he sang a song The Rare Old Mountain Dew I turned my face away and dreamed about you Got on a lucky one came in...

It was a Friday in April 1986, The day that the nightmare began, When the dust it rained down on our buildings and streets, And entered our bedrooms at noon, Touched the grass and the streets, bicycles, cars, Beds books...

A young man fell in love with truth In searching th wide world for her He found her in the small house In the clearing In the forest She was old and she was stooped He pledged himself to her To chop the wood and...

Every time I go to London I think about Giuseppe Conlon Who left his home in Belfast And travelled over to his son As he said goodbye to Sarah And took the boat to Heysham Little did Giuseppe know He'd never see that...

Born in the middle of the afternoon In a horsedrawn carriage on the old A5 The big twelve wheeler shook my bed, "You can't stay here" the policeman said. CHORUS You'd better get born in some place else. So move...

As I was climbing into bed at my Granny's side I looked out the window the Brits they had arrived The house was surrounded they smashed in the front door in They'd come to take away the lid of me Granny's bin She...

You're in the pub at half past ten, the money for the cure all spent again, Trying to figure out who's carrying and where they'll be that day Forget about the night before when you were flying for an hour or more And...

From Rotherhithe in London to Bethnal by the Green Paddy worked the buildings with the pick and shovel squad Friday nights he'd always end up drinking with the lads The craic was mighty with the navvies from the sod...

They dropped the bomb in '45 to end the world war, No-one had ever seen such a terrible[ sight before, The world looked on with eyes wide to see where it might lead, The politics of power, they passed around their seed,...

In Dublin City in 1914 the boss was rich and the poor were slaves The women working and the children hungry then on came Larkin like a mighty wave The workers cringed when the boss man thundered seventy hours was their...

The January man he goes around in woolen coat and boots of leather The February man still shakes the snow from off his clothes and blows his hands The man of March he sees the Spring and wonders what the year will bring...

Joe McCann Eamon O'Doherty Come all of you fine people wherever you may be I'll sing of a brave Belfast man Who scorned Britain's might though they'd shoot him on sight And the shot down Joe McCann In a Belfast bakery...