Chieftains - Long Black Veil (1995) by Chieftains (보컬) on maniadb.com

Ten years ago, on a cold dark night
Someone was killed 'neath the town hall light
Just a few at the scene and they all did agree
That the man who ran looked a lot like me

Well the judge said, "Son, what's your alibi?
If you were somewhere else, then you won't have to die"
But I spoke not a word, though it meant my life
For I'd been in the arms of my best friend's wife

She walks these hills in a long black veil
She visits my grave when the night winds wail
Nobody knows, Lord, nobody sees
Nobody knows but me

Well, the scaffold is high and eternity near
She stands in the crowd and sheds not a tear
But sometimes at night when the cold winds moans
In a long black veil, she cries all over my bones

She walks these hills in a long black veil
She visits my grave when the night winds wail
Nobody knows, Lord, nobody sees
Nobody knows but me

Nobody knows but me, yeah

I was down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I.
There armed lines of marching men
In squadrons passed me by.
No pipe did hum, no battle drum did sound its loud tattoo.
But the Angelus Bells o'er the Liffey swells rang out in the foggy dew.
Right proudly high in Dublin town
Hung they out a flag of war.
'Twas better to die 'neath that Irish sky
than at Sulva or Sud el Bar.
And from the plains of Royal Meath
strong men came hurrying through
While Brittania's huns with their long range guns
sailed in through the foggy dew.
Their bravest fell and the requiem bell
rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Eastertide in the
springing of the year.
While the world did gaze with deep amaze
at those fearless men but few.
Who bore the fight that freedom's light
Might shine through the foggy dew.
And back through the glen
I rode again.
And my heart with grief was sore.
For I parted then with valiant men
Whom I never shall see n'more.
But to and fro in my dreams I go
And I kneel and pray for you.
For slavery fled the glorious dead
when you fell in the foggy dew.

Here we are we've come to call with pipes and flutes and fiddles and all
In case of death we've even brought a keener
So, if you're glum and feeling down just feel like us
And act the clown and soon there'll be a change in your demeanor
(Lilting)
I put me money on a horse today for with the race he'd run away
Or so a friend that's in the know he told me
Twenty lengths ahead at most, he proudly cantered pass the post
But, woe was me, he lost the bloomin' jockey!
(Lilting, followed by verse-long fiddle and whistle break)
Now of all the places I have seen from China to the Caribbean
Are all across the goat compared to Ireland
From Bally Castle to Tralie the Corup to the Liffy
There's no where else on earth but like this island
(Lilting, followed by short piano break)
In Hollywood I long to be, no, not the place across the sea
But in County Wickloe Ireland's lovely garden
Where no pretenders will you find but decent people warm and kind
And flocks of friendly sheep into the bargain
(Lilting, followed by short fiddle and whistle break)
For your ills don't take a pill but take it down the road, the hills
And listen to the larks lovely warbling
In the evening in the company with music in the key of E
You'll be dancing Kerry sets until the morning
(Lilting)
Dancing Kerry sets until the morning

When first I came to Ireland
Some pleasure for to find
It's there I spied a damsel fair
Most pleasing to my mind
Her rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes
Like arrows pierced my breast
They call her lovely Molly O
The Lily of the West

One day as I was walking
Down by a shady grove
I espied a Lord of high degree
Conversing with my love
She sang a song delightful
While I was sore oppressed
Saying "I bid adieu to Molly O
The Lily of the West..."

I stepped up with my rapier
And my dagger in my hand
And dragged him from my false love
And boldly bid him stand
But being mad with desperation
I swore I'd pierce his breast
I was then deceived by Molly O
The Lily of the West
I then did stand my trial
And boldly I did plead

A flaw was in my indictment found
And that soon had me freed
That beauty bright I did adore
The judge did her address
"Now go, you faithless Molly O
The Lily of the West."

Now that I've gained my liberty
A-roving I will go
I'll ramble through old Ireland
And travel Scotland o'er
Tho' she thought to swear my life away
She still disturbs my rest
I still must style her Molly O
The Lily of the West

Far away across the ocean. Beneath an Indian star
Lives a little dark eyed maiden On the coast of Malabar

In the harbour where we anchored I could see her shy and sweet
With a blossom on her bosom And the wild waves at her feet

I can see the crowded city. The palm trees green and tall
And the starry night she danced with me Inside those city wall

She gave a little wistful glance. As she looked across the bay
And she whispered if you love me, why do you sail away

I must go my little dark eyes. I must go my Indian star
But I'll come again and love you. On the coast of Malabar

In my dreams I oft-times wander to that far off Indian sea
And the days we spent together. They come back again to me

I can see the crowded city, the palm trees on the shore
But that little dark-eyed maiden, she's there no more no more

Fare thee well my little dark eyes. Fare thee well my Indian star
In my dreams I will live forever on the Coast of Malabar

I wish, I wish, I wish in vain
I wish I were a maid again
But a maid again I can never be
Until apples grow on an ivy tree
For love it is pleasin' and love is teasin'
And love is a treasure when first it's new
But as love grows older, then love grows colder
And it fades away like the morning dew
There is a little house into town
And there my love, he sits him down
He takes a strange girl on his knee
And he tells her things that he wants to be
For love and water make younger older
And love and whiskey make her old and grey
And what cannot be cured, love, must be endured, love
And now I am bound for America
La la la la la la...
La la la la la la...
As life grows older sure love grows older
And it fades away like the morning dew

My own love said to me "My mother won't mind
And my daughters won't slight you for your lack of kind"
He went away from me and this he did say:
"It will not be long, Love, till our wedding day"

He went away from me and he moved through the fair
And slowly I watched him move here and move there
He went his way homeward with one star awake
As this swan in the evening moves over the lake

I dreamed last night that my own love came in
He came in so sweetly his feet made no din
He came close beside me and this he did say:
"It will not be long Love till our wedding day"

It will not be long love, long love, long love, love

In the merry month of May from me home I started
Left the girls of Tuam sad and broken hearted
Saluted father dear, then kissed me darlin' mother
Then drank a pint of beer me tears and grief to smother
Off to reap the corn, leave where I was born,
I cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghost and goblin
A brand new pair of brogues, rattlin o'er the bogs
And frightenin' all the dogs on the rock road to Dublin.

One, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road, another way to Dublin
Whack fol-laddie-roll!

In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity
To be so soon deprived a view of that fine city
When I took a stroll all among the quality
My bundle it was stole from that neat locality
Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind
No bundle could I find upon me stick a-wobblin'
Enquirin' for the rogue, they said me Connacht brogue
Wasn't much in vogue on the rock road to Dublin.

One, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road, another way to Dublin
Whack fol-laddie-roll!

The boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed,
Called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it,
Me blood began to boil, for all I was a losin',
Poor old Erin's Isle they began abusin'
"Hurrah, me Soul!" says I, shillelagh I let fly
Some Galway boys came by and saw I was a hobblin'
With a loud "Hurray" they joined in the affray
And quickly cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin!

One, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road, another way to Dublin
Whack fol-laddie-roll!