Celtic Circle 2 [compilation] (2003) by Various Artists (보컬) on maniadb.com

When in the springtime of the year
When the trees are crowned with leaves
When the ash and oak, and the birch and yew
Are dressed in ribbons fair

When owls call the breathless moon
In the blue veil of the night
The shadows of the trees appear
Amidst the lantern light

We've been rambling all the night
And some time of this day
Now returning back again

Who will go down to those shady groves
And summon the shadows there
And tie a ribbon on those sheltering arms
In the springtime of the year

The songs of birds seem to fill the wood
That when the fiddler plays
All their voices can be heard
Long past their woodland days

And so they linked their hands and danced
Round in circles and in rows
And so the journey of the night descends
When all the shades are gone

"A garland gay we bring you here
And at your door we stand
It is a sprout well budded out
The work of Our Lord's hand"

Now she's walking thru the clouds
With a circus mind
That's running wild
Butterflies and zebras
And moonbeams and fairytales
All she ever thinks about is riding with the wind

When I'm sad she comes to me
With a thousand smiles
She gives to me free
It's alright, it's she says
Take anything you want from me
Anything

Leaving for an unknown shore
with every breeze just like a sigh
the sea is deep with tears of those before
with feelings like the sea birds cry
It gently took me by the jand
across the ocean blue
and placed me in a foreign land
far away from you

No more the ancient conversation
replies with just a nod
No fiddle plays a lamentation
no slowly burning sod
No smiles await on Ellis
fears of the unknown
Only tired hearts of the countless
people taken from their homes

Wait and yearn to be released
as the ground beneath you heaves
Turn your gaze to the East
reflect on what the cold wake leaves
To be drawn across an ocean
this crooked path we pave
on earth's eternal motion
to be a servant to the slave

To be drawn across an ocean
this crooked path we pave
On earth's eternal motion
to be a servant to the slave

To be drawn across an ocean
this crooked path we pave
On earth's eternal motion
to be a servant to the slave

When I hear that wind blow,
all across the Wicklow mountains.
Is it you, I hear a calling.
Johnny boy, oh Johnny boy.

When I look to the west,
all across the River Shannon.
I can still see you smiling.
Johnny boy, oh Johnny boy.

When the leaves have turned to brown
and winter's due.
As I watch the sun goes down,
I'll think of you.

When I hear that wind blow,
all across the Wicklow mountains.
Sure it's you, I'll hear a calling.
Johnny boy, oh Johnny boy.

Think about my little girl
Her yellow skin and her dark curl
And how her father's heart was frozen
I spoke to her and I said:
"You won't regret the mother you have chosen"
I lied. Where's she tonight?

I left him now we're apart
And I think about his cruel heart
And how his lies have left mine broken
To think that I spoke to him then I said:
"She won't regret the father she has chosen"
I lied. Where's he tonight?

You were precious to me
After all I called you into being
I wanted you to know that
Yes, you were precious to me

And I miss my little boy
I strayed away, so far away
And I need him tonight
To feel his hands around my face
His loving eyes
His happy face
Would be so right

Once I sat in my husbands car
Him in my arms, woke up and saw me crying
My heart wouldn't work
And this he did my special child
He touched my face with his hand and smiled
Oh boy, everything's all right
Don't cry, everything's all right
Don't cry, Jakes's here tonight
Don't hide, Jake's here alive

'Twas down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I.
When Ireland's line of marching men
In squadrons passed me by.
No pipe did hum, no battle drum
Did sound its dread tattoo
But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey's swell
Rang out in the foggy dew.

Right proudly high over Dublin town
They hung out a flag of war.
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky
Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar.
And from the plains of Royal Meath
Strong men came hurrying through;
While Brittania's sons with their long-range guns
Sailed in from the foggy dew.
'Twas England bade our wild geese go
That small nations might be free.
Their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves
On the fringe of the grey North Sea.
But had they died by Pearse's side
Or fought with Valera true,
Their graves we'd keep where the Fenians sleep
'Neath the hills of the foggy dew.

The bravest fell, and the solemn bell
Rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Eastertide
In the springing of the year.
And the world did gaze in deep amaze
At those fearless men and true
Who bore the fight that freedom's light
Might shine through the foggy dew.

La dagen f
Sin hvile n
Og natten vil vke for den
Nocturne

Selv mrket m
En gang forg
S natten kan fde en dag

La dagen f
Sin hvile n
Og natten vil vke for den
Nocturne

Selv mrket m
En gang forg
S natten kan fde en dag

All the fear has left me now
I'm not frightened anymore
It's my heart that pounds beneath my flesh
it's my mouth that pushes out this breath

and if I shed a tear I won't cage it
I won't fear love
and if I feel a rage I won't deny it
I won't fear love

Companion to our demons
they will dance, and we will play
With chairs, candles, and cloth
making darkness in the day
It will be easy to look in or out
upstream or down without a thought

and if I shed a tear I won't cage it
I won't fear love
and if I feel a rage I won't deny it
I won't fear love

Peace in the struggle
to find peace
comfort on the way
to comfort

and if I shed a tear I won't cage it
I won't fear love
and if I feel a rage I won't deny it
I won't fear love
I won't fear love
I won't fear love

Oh dho que'
Va t'ma fsa vio ka
Zapatien dorwi thole padreyyen