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Eileen Aroon
04:57
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This used to be somewhere, now it crumbles and decays
Like Babylon of by gone days.
The birds they lift and fly away, they soar to heaven
Past swerve of shore and bend of bay,
Everything you thought, everything you say,
Past Babylon of bygone days.
This used to be somewhere, now the gardens overgrown
Molly dear isn’t coming home.
Thoughts arise in a cloud, they disperse to the wind,
A flock of birds dreamed aloud,
Don’t you know that stranger in the crowd,
It's you its you, every breath every sound.
This used to be somewhere, now it crumbles and decays
Like Babylon of bygone days.
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Where Splendour Falls
04:30
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The splendour falls on castle walls
And snowy summits old in story:
The long light shakes across the lakes,
And the wild cataract leaps in glory.
Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,
Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
O hark, O hear! how thin and clear,
And thinner, clearer, farther going!
O sweet and far from cliff and scar
The horns of Elfland faintly blowing!
Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying:
Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
O love, they die in yon rich sky,
They faint on field hill or river:
Our echoes roll from soul to soul,
And grow for ever and for ever.
Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,
And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.
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The Bell
04:51
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When I wake I feel like a whisper,
murmuring in a cold, cold cell.
Overhead a storm spreads its dark wings
embracing all it spits then yells.
What can you hear when the wind blows?
Can you touch love with your eyes?
What can you see when you’re blinded,
Blinded by the heights of the sky.
What can we see with the same eyes?
I was born on a dream called the world.
Sometimes when I sleep I catch answers,
that slip away, we ride on, waves unfurl.
When I wake I feel like a whisper,
murmuring in a cold, cold cell.
Overhead a storm spreads its dark wings,
embracing all it spits then yells.
Murmuring in a cold, cold corner,
murmuring in a cold, cold cell.
Out on windswept streets leafs* stray as music
Weaving waifs wander as spells.
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When Cherry Trees Bloom
04:47
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I went down where cherry trees bloom
and Killarney house it stands,
I dwelt on days that have gone away
though contented I oft' times am,
those halcyon days, swept away,
as the Deenagh's waters ran.
Come we'll go as blossoms bloom
to the past's fair distant lands,
in the month of may, in sport and play,
soon down our soft tears ran,
splendour fall down, echoes resound
as the lark in the clear air sang.
Follow me down rolling silver streams
memory's last flowing strand,
rods, dies, nets cast, set adrift alas,
no fish, nor sailor's sight of land,
Our bright birds flown I'm left to roam
the Deenagh's murky banks.
Wild rivers run to ox-bow lakes,
where not a skimmed stone does sound,
then the call of a lark, clear and stark
as a bugle o'er mountains resounds,
a syphoned dam's bone dry land
memories may gorse fires run.
I went down to Ross Island wood
when the sky was full of stars,
thoughts set ablaze as they surely stray
to memories distant one,
sanguine summers, fashioned silken covers
now ripped and torn in shards.
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In My Own Country
03:11
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In my own country I am in a far-off land,
I am strong but have no force or power.
I win all yet remain a loser
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At break of day I say goodnight,
When I lie down I have a great fear of falling.
I die of thirst beside the fountain
I never work, oh but how I labour!
I laugh in tears and hope in despair,
I'm sure of nothing but whats uncertain,
I'm hot as fire shivering in the flames.
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An Bóthairín Caol
04:24
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Do Threascair an Saol
05:42
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Do threascair an saol is shéid an ghaoth mar smál
Alastrann, Caesar, 's an méid sin a bhí 'na bpáirt;
tá an Teamhair 'na féar, is féach an Traoi mar tá,
is na Sasanaigh féin do b'fhéidir go bhfaighidís bás!
Uireasa oidis bheir dorchadas tlás is ceas
Ar thuilleadh agus ormsa I bhfogas don táin nár cheart,
Mar do ritheadar bodaigh I mbrogaibh na dáimhe isteach
Is do bhaineadar solas na scoile de chách ar fad.
A lucht chleachtas an phóit go mór is feoil Aoine,
‘s gach iomlat spóirt ó bhord go leaba aoibhinn,
flaitheas na Glóire más dóigh gur gealladh díbhse,
mealladh go mór iad ord na gCaipisíneach.
Is iongnadh an toisc ‘s an cor ‘na bhfuilim i bpéin –
Mo thuiscint óm thoil, ‘s mo thoil ag druidim óm chéill,
Ní tuigtear dom thoil gach locht dom thuiscint is léir,
‘s má tuigtear, ní léi ach toil a tuisceana féin.
Araoir im leaba is mé atuirseach tréith im luí,
do bhíos trí ainbhios sealad ag éad le Críost,
thug cíos gach fearainn do Ghaillaibh in aolghort Fhlainn
agus Gaoil dá leagadh, dá gcreachadh is dá gcéasadh shíor.
Do bhíodar tamall go carthanach déirceach caoin,
Ba bhinn a manaigh, a n-easpaig ‘s a gcléir ag guí;
Más fíor gur peaca thit artha rinn faolchoin díobh,
A Chríost, cé an Sacsanach seascair nár réab do dhlí?
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I gCeart Lár do Ghrá
03:50
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Nuair a bhíonn an lá thart,
Mothaím do ghrá i gceart.
I gceart lár do ghrá
Cuireann tú mé go doimhin ar strae
Caillte is spionta ar feadh gach aon lá
i gceart lár do ghrá
Le titim na hoiche,
De ló istóiche
Anois is chóiche
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Ochón a Mhuire Bhúidh
05:25
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Trouble or Fortune Records Killarney, Ireland
Trouble or Fortune is where myself, Charlie O' Brien's, music and film projects are found.
Besides my own work and collaborations, Japanese alt. folk artist, Mari Mochizuki, is the first formal addition to label.
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