Czy Ty ... jeste? przygotowany na sztorm? :) The waves crash in and the tide pulls out It's an angry sea but there is no doubt That the lighthouse will keep shining in the night To warn the lonely sailor The lightning strikes and the wind cuts cold Through the sailor's bones, to the sailor's soul 'Till there's nothing left that he can hold Except the roaring ocean But I am ready for the storm, yes oh ready I'm I'm ready for the storm, I'm ready for the storm Give me mercy for my dreams, 'cause every confrontaion Seems to tell me what it really means to be a lonely sailor But when the sky begins to clear and the sun it melts away my fear I cry a silent, weary tear at those that mean to love me And I am ready for the storm, yes oh ready I'm I'm ready for the storm, I'm ready for the storm Distance it is no real friend, and time will take its time And you will find that in the end it brings you near a lonely sailor But when you take me by your side, you love me warm, you love me And I should've realized I had no reason to be frightened. + Informações

Tributo a Déanta Letra: Through Benedy Glen oft at eve have I wandered With a heart that is lighter than the dew of the morn Her heather-clad mountains and clear crystal fountains Delightful to view by the light of the dawn I see her green hills and swift-running streamlets Eternally flowing right on to the sea By her side I lie down on a bank of blue violets And its murmuring and gurgling are music to me In far foreign lands oft do her sons wander By Niagara Falls or the Prairie Grand Where nature is seen both majestic and savage But their hearts are at home in their dear native land They long to return to the banks of the Lena The Roe and its branches on every side Where there lies brave Cooey, that once-mighty chieftain Who once 'gainst the Saxon defended with pride Her daughters are fair and her sons, they are gallant They scorn the tyrant, the serf or the slave Their rights they maintain at the point of the bayonet With an arm that is strong and a heart that is brave In an abbey not far from the town of Dungiven Their spirit hovers over that once much-loved soil Where there lies brave Cooey, that once-mighty chieftain Who commanded of yore from the Bann to the Foyle His statue disfigured by base alien mongrels His name oft impaired by unscrupulous foes Yet his soul shines in glory 'mid choirs of angels As his body lies moldering on the banks of the Roe Long may she prosper 'neath her sheltering mountains Carntogher, Benbradagh and surrounding hills From calamity and .... + Informações

Imagen: 'The Prince Entering the Briar Wood' de Edward Burne-Jones «(Chorus: Cold winds on the moors blow. Warm the enemy's fires glow. Like the harvest of Culloden, Pain and fear and death grow.) 1. 'Twas love of our prince drove us all to Drumossie, But in scarcely the time that it takes me to tell The flower of our country lay scorched by an army As ruthless and red as the embers of hell. 2. Red Campbell the Fox did the work of the English. McDonald in anger did no work at all. With musket and cannon against honour and courage. The invading men stood while our clansmen did fall. 3. Nine mothers and children were left to their weeping, With only the memory of father and son. Turned out of their homes to make shelter for strangers, The blackest of hours on this land has begun.». + Informações

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Déanta - Clothes of sand (Nick Drake cover) Who has dressed you in strange clothes of sand Who has taken you far from my land Who has said that my sayings were wrong And who will say that I stayed much too long? Clothes of sand have covered your face Given you meaning but taken my place So make your way on down to the sea Something has taken you so far from me. Does it now seem worth all the colour of skies To see the earth through painted eyes To look through panes of shaded glass See the stains of winters grass. Can you now return to from where you came Try to burn your changing name Or with silver spoons and coloured light Will you worship moons in winters night. Clothes of sand have covered your face Given you meaning but taken my place So make your way on down to the sea Something has taken you so far from me.. + Informações

Déanta - Where Are You?. + Informações

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RARE VERSION of celtic song "The Blacksmith". I do NOT own the rights of this work. + Informações

Nice traditional song. Enjoy!. + Informações

LYRICS: 'Twas on one bright March morn ing I bid New Orleans adieu And I took the rode to Jackson town, me fortune to renew I cursed all foreign money, no credit could I gain Which filled me heart with longing for the lakes of Pontchartrain I stepped on board of a railroad car beneath the morning sun I rode the road 'til evening and I laid me down again All strangers there, no friends to me, 'til a dark girl towards me came And I fell in love with a Creole girl by the lakes of Pontchartrain I said, "My pretty Creole girl, me money here's no good If it weren't for the alligators, I'd sleep out in the wood" "You're welcome here, kind stranger, our house, it's very plain But we never turn a stranger out from the lakes of Pontchartrain" She took me to her mammy's house and treated me right well The hair upon her shoulders in jet-black ringlets fell To try and paint her beauty, I'm sure 'twould be in vain So handsome was my Creole girl by the lakes of Pontchartrain And I asked her if she'd marry me, she'd said it could never be For she had got another, and he was far at sea She said that she would wait for him and true she would remain 'Til he returned for his Creole girl by the lakes of Pontchartrain So fare thee well, me bonny own girl, I never will see no more But I'll ne'er forget your kindness in the cottage by the shore And at each social gathering a flowing glass I'll raise And I'll drink a health to me Creole girl and the lakes of Pontchartrain. + Informações

Mairéad Ní Mhaonaigh (Altan) - Tá mo Chleamhnas Déanta [Transatlantic Sessions] (with Donal Lunny) 1995 BBC. + Informações

Déanta playing The Rocky Reels. Left to Right: Paul McSherry (guitar), Rosie Mulholland (keyboard), Clodagh Warnock [McIvor] (fiddle), Katie O'Brien [McSherry] (fiddle), Eoghan O'Brien (guitar), and Deirdre Haviln (flute). Recorded in McCollams Bar, Cushendall for Blas Ceoil on Thursday the 2nd October 2008.. + Informações

Track 2 Song The green fields of Canada Album Déanta (1993) Artists Déanta en.wikipedia.org Label Green Linnet Records Also found in The Celtic Legends of Scotland and Ireland: 25 Years of Green Linnet CD Label Retro. + Informações

Cantante Mary Dillon, vocalista del grupo Deanta Imágenes de Escocia. + Informações

Singer is Mary Dillon. --------------------------------------------------------------------- So pack up your seastores consider no longer For ten dollars a week isn't very bad pay With no taxes or tithes to devour up your wages When you're on the green fields of Amerikay. Farewell to the groves of shillelagh and shamrock. Farewell to the wee girls of Ireland all around. May your hearts be as merry as ever I could wish for. It's far away across the ocean I'm bound. Well me father is old and me mother is quite feeble; And to leave their own country it grieves their heart sore, And the tears down their cheeks in great drops are rolling To think they must die upon a foreign shore. The sheep run unsheered and the land's run to rushes The handyman's gone, and the winder of creals Away across the ocean, go journeyman sailors And fiddlers that flaked out the old mountain reels Ah but I mind the time when old Ireland was flourishing, And when lots of her tradesmen did work for good pay Ah, but since our manufacturers have crossed the Atlantic It's there we must follow to Amerikay. And it's now to conclude and to finish my story If ever friendless Irishman chances my way With the best in the house I will greet him and welcome Far away on the green fields of Amerikay.. + Informações

Lyrics Through Benedy Glen oft at eve have I wandered With a heart that is lighter than the dew of the morn Her heather-clad mountains and clear crystal fountains Delightful to view by the light of the dawn I see her green hills and swift-running streamlets Eternally flowing right on to the sea By her side I lie down on a bank of blue violets And its murmuring and gurgling are music to me In far foreign lands oft do her sons wander By Niagara Falls or the Prairie Grand Where nature is seen both majestic and savage But their hearts are at home in their dear native land They long to return to the banks of the Lena The Roe and its branches on every side Where there lies brave Cooey, that once-mighty chieftain Who once 'gainst the Saxon defended with pride Her daughters are fair and her sons, they are gallant They scorn the tyrant, the serf or the slave Their rights they maintain at the point of the bayonet With an arm that is strong and a heart that is brave In an abbey not far from the town of Dungiven Their spirit hovers over that once much-loved soil Where there lies brave Cooey, that once-mighty chieftain Who commanded of yore from the Bann to the Foyle His statue disfigured by base alien mongrels His name oft impaired by unscrupulous foes Yet his soul shines in glory 'mid choirs of angels As his body lies moldering on the banks of the Roe Long may she prosper 'neath her sheltering mountains Carntogher, Benbradagh and surrounding hills From calamity and famine, great .... + Informações

Written by Kate O'Brien. Enjoy!. + Informações

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Irish traditional music band Facebook music page #kasetçalar. + Informações

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3 north-irish reels by Kate O'Brien and Josie McDermott, Larmor Plage and Darby's Farewell are the 2 others. Stereo: www.youtube.com Its fiddle & flute backed up by bouzouki & bodhran.. + Informações

Traditional irish-scottish dance instrumental with flute and fiddle up front backed up by bouzouki. Stereo: www.youtube.com. + Informações

Amarguras - Manuel Font de Anta www.marchasdeprocesion.com Marchas de Procesion semana santa cornetas y tambores ccytt bandas de musica palio funebre agrupaciones musicales concierto procesionales marchas Álava Albacete Alicante Almería Asturias Avila Badajoz Barcelona Burgos Cáceres Cádiz.... + Informações