Тексты песен «Orthodox Celts»

Her hair is like silver, her eyes are like gold She's never been young and she'll never grow old She lives by the Shannon, the Liffey and the Lee The sweet, swift, elusive Bean Na Shi She rides a red roan when the moon...

It's been hours since midnight but I don't care too much The water pump is pulsing spittin' out the mud The roaring cats are tearing last bunch of flash and bones And I just stare at nowhere loosing time and kicking...

At the crack of the dawn thunder and lightning crossed the way The shadow of knight waited to see the bright light of the day Nobody saw his bitter tears through the dark veil of rain The river of blood under his feet...

Chorus: Step we gaily on we go, heel for heel and toe for toe, Arm and arm and row and row, all for Marie's wedding Over hillways up and down, myrtle green and bracken brown, Past the shillings through the town all for...

Listen to this story, son, there's somethin' you gotta know Your spirit got to find for shore are you standin' high or low Now, listen with the both ears open and don't ask me why You'll hear why I'm lonely, Just me,...

In the merry month of June from me home I started Left the girls of Tuam nearly broken hearted Saluted father dear kissed me darlin' mother Drank a pint of beer me grief and tears to smother Then off to reap the corn,...

I've travelled way to hell and back, the blood of orange made my bill With heavy cross upon my neck I ran from hands of hangman's will Yes I've killed I must admit, bombs and guns my friends have been That's the bid I...

Saint Patrick was a gentleman, he came from decent people, In Dublin town he built a church and on it put a steeple His father was a Callahan, his mother was a Grady, His aunt was O'Shaughnessy and uncle he was Brady...

I grew up in Ireland in dear old Dublin town Brought up by a people who'd let nothin' get 'em down I was thought while still a child to stand up for me rights Prepare to face the devil that would plague me in my life I...

I am a little beggarman, a begging I have been. For fifty years or more in this little isle of green, Up to the Liffey and down to Tessague, And I'm known by the name of old Johnny Doo. Chorus: Of all the trades of...

Now brave boys we'll run for march, not to Portugal or Spain, The drums are beatin', banners flyin', the devil at home we'll find tonight. Chorus: Love, fare thee well, With me ti-ther-ee-i doo-dle-um-a-day, With me...