Walking all the day, near tall towers where falcons build their nests Siver winged they fly, they know the call of freedom in their breasts Soar Black Head against the sky, between the rocks that run down to the sea Living on your western shore, saw summer sunsets, asked for more I stood by your Atlantic sea, and sang a song for Ireland Talking all the day with true friends, who try to make you stay Telling jokes and news, singing songs to pass the night away Watched the Galway salmon run like silver dancing darting in the sun Living on your western shore saw summer sunsets, asked for more I stood by your Atlantic sea, and sang a song for Ireland Drinking all the day in old pubs, where fiddlers love to play Someone touched the bow, he played a reel, it seemed so fine and gay Stood on Dingle beach and cast - in wild foam we found Atlantic Bass Living on your western shore, saw summer sunsets asked for more I stood by your Atlantic sea, and sang a song for Ireland Dreaming in the night, I saw a land where no man had to fight Waking in your dawn, I saw you crying in the morning light Lying where the Falcons fly, they twist and turn all in you e'er blue sky Living on your western shore, saw summer sunsets asked for more I stood by your Atlantic sea, and I sang a song for Ireland. + Informações

the collection live 1992 No Frontiers (Jimmy McCarthy) If life is a river and your heart is a boat And just like a water baby, baby born to float And if life is a wild wind that blows way on high Then your heart is Amelia dying to fly Heaven knows no frontiers And I've seen heaven in your eyes And if life is a bar room in which we must wait 'Round the man with his fingers on the ivory gates Where we sing until dawn of our fears and our fates And we stack all the deadmen in self addressed crates In your eyes faint as the singing of a lark That somehow this black night Feels warmer for the spark Warmer for the spark To hold us 'til the day When fear will lose its grip And heaven has its way Heaven knows no frontiers And I've seen heaven in your eyes If your life is a rough bed of brambles and nails And your spirit's a slave to man's whips and man's jails Where you thirst and you hunger for justice and right Then your heart is a pure flame of man's constant night In your eyes faint as the singing of a lark That somehow this black night Feels warmer for the spark Warmer for the spark To hold us 'til the day when fear will lose its grip And heaven has its way And heaven has its way When all will harmonise And know what's in our hearts The dream will realise Heaven knows no frontiers And I've seen heaven in your eyes Heaven knows no frontiers And I've seen heaven in your eyes. + Informações

mary black singing katie. + Informações

The Best Of Irish Music. + Informações

I've found a new favorite :) lyrics: Last night I dreamed you were back again Larger than life again, holding me tight again Placing those same kisses on my brow Sweeter than ever now, lord I remember how Couldn't get enough of kissing Do you know how much I'm missing? No you don't, but I do Days like a slow train trickle by Even the words that I write refuse to fly All that I can hear is your song haunting me Can't get the melody out of my head you see Distractions I've been using Do you know how much I'm losing? No you don't, but I do But I do and I wonder if I'm past the point of rescue An is no word from you at all the best that you can do Never meant to push or shove you Do you know how much I love you? No you don't, but I do. ** ** ** The photo in this "video" is taken by me :). + Informações

No Frontiers. + Informações

Mary Black. + Informações

Irish Singer, Mary Black. -Sonny-. + Informações

English translation provided below. This song, performed by Mary Black, is an Irish tribute to the "Great Pretender", Bonnie Prince Charlie, the descendant of Mary Stewart, Queen of Scots who had sought to sit on the throne of Britian. To put an end to religious persecution in Scotland, occupied Ireland, Wales, and England his loyal followers of the Jacobite movement fought for him to take possession of the crown. The Jacobite rebellion (1745) was put down and hundreds of thousands died in battle under unsurmountable odds. Under secrecy, the prince fled to the continent and died in exile. "Mo Ghile Mear" was written by Seán Clárach Mac Dhomhnaill (c. 1691-1757). This Spadecaller video dramatizes the Gaelic lyrics with the paintings of D'Arcy Bacon, Caravaggio, Mary Cassatt, Gustave Courbet, Julien Dupre, Winslow Homer, and JMW Turner. LYRICS: (Chorus) He is my hero, my dashing darling He is my caesar, dashing darling. I've had no rest from forebodings Since he went far away my darling. Every day I am constantly sad Weeping bitterly and shedding tears Because our lively lad has left us And no news from him is heard alas. The cuckoo sings not pleasantly at noon And the sound of hounds is not heard in nut-filled woods, Nor summer morning in misty glen Since he went away from me, my lively boy. Noble, proud young horseman Warrior unsaddened, of most pleasant countenace A swift-moving hand, quick in a fight, Slaying the enemy and smiting the strong. Let a strain be played on .... + Informações

Mary Black Live At The Royal Albert Hall. + Informações

Fields Of Gold - Mary Black. + Informações

Who Knows Where The Time Goes (Sandy Denny) Across the evening sky, all the birds are leaving But how can they know it's time for them to go? Before the winter fire, I will still be dreaming I have no thought of time For who knows where the time goes? Who knows where the time goes? Sad, deserted shore, your fickle friends are leaving Ah, but then you know it's time for them to go But I will still be here, I have no thought of leaving I do not count the time For who knows where the time goes? Who knows where the time goes? And I am not alone while my love is near me I know it will be so until it's time to go So come the storms of winter and then the birds in spring again I have no fear of time For who knows how my love grows? And who knows where the time goes?. + Informações

Noel Brazil song as sung by Mary BLack. + Informações

Mary Black, Dolores Keane & Dé Danann - Hard Times Come Again No More. Written and composed by Stephen Foster in 1855 (Siar an Bóthar - 1985 National Stadium) 20-4-07 132018 www.tg4.ie subs en. + Informações

This is the fourth track of the "Twenty-five Years - Twenty-five Songs" DVD by Mary Black called "Farewell Farewell". The source of this clip are the Transatlantic Sessions (1994). This videoclip has been uploaded with permission of Mary Black's record company 3ú Records. For information regarding this videoclip and its copyright, please visit www.mary-black.net and use the contact option.. + Informações

A young Mary Black singing the classic irish ballad. + Informações

Mary Black - The Thorn Upon The Rose - RTE Dublin Ireland. + Informações

This is the third track of the "Twenty-five Years - Twenty-five Songs" DVD by Mary Black called "Song for Ireland". The source of this clip is the Bill Clinton Visit (1995) and Gael Force with De Danann (1997). This videoclip has been uploaded with permission of Mary Black's record company 3ú Records. For information regarding this videoclip and its copyright, please visit www.mary-black.net and use the contact option.. + Informações

The Best Of Irish Music. + Informações

the collection live 1992 The Moon and St.Christopher (Mary Chapin Carpenter) When I was young I spoke like a child, And I saw with a childs eyes And an open door was to a girl, Like the stars are to the skies It's funny how the world lives up to all your expectations With adventures for the stout of heart, And the lure of the open spaces. There's two lanes running down this road, And whichever side you are on Accounts for where you want to go, And what you are running from Back when darkness overtook me, On a blindman's curve. I relied upon the moon, I relied upon the moon I relied upon the moon and St. Christopher. Now I've paid my dues 'cause I have owed them, But I've paid a price sometimes For being such a stubborn woman, In such stubborn times I have run from the arms of lovers, I have run from the eyes of friends I have run from the hands of kindness, I have run just because I can. Now I've grown and I speak like a woman, And I see with a woman's eyes And an open door is to me now, Like the saddest of goodbyes Well it's too late for turning back, And I pray for the heart and nerve. I relied upon the moon, I relied upon the moon I relied upon the moon and St. Christopher to be my guide.. + Informações

This is a lovely song from Mary Black. I couldn't find this song here on youtube so i've made a clip by this song, now every one can here this lovely song.. + Informações

Mary Black along with De Dannan and Caroline Levalle playing cello, singing Paddy's Lamentation. Well it's by the hush, me boys, and sure that's to hold your noise And listen to poor Paddy's sad narration I was by hunger pressed, and in poverty distressed So I took a thought I'd leave the Irish nation. Here's you boys, now take my advice To America I'll have ye's not be going There is nothing here but war, where the murderin' cannons roar And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin. Well I sold me horse and cow, my little pigs and sow My little plot of land I soon did part with And me sweetheart Bid McGee, I'm afraid I'll never see For I left her there that morning broken-hearted. Here's you boys, now take my advice To America I'll have ye's not be going There is nothing here but war, where the murderin' cannons roar And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin. Well meself and a hundred more, to America sailed o'er Our fortunes to be made [sic] we were thinkin' When we got to Yankee land, they shoved a gun into our hands Saying "Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln". Here's you boys, now take my advice To America I'll have ye's not be going There is nothing here but war, where the murderin' cannons roar And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin. General Meagher to us he said, if you get shot or lose your head Every murdered soul of youse will get a pension Well meself I lost me leg, they gave me a wooden peg, And by God this is the truth to you I mention. Here's you .... + Informações

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Mary singing in 1979 with Micheal O'Domhnaill on guitar. + Informações

'Donegal Breeze' by Irish singer Mary Black. Lyrics: Chorus With your dark hair in the donegal breeze, Bringing me softly and sweetly to the ground, But, there's madness in the sycamore trees, And there's no salvation to be found. Right now the only thing that my mind ever holds, Are long dark silences or screaming that explodes, Burning rocking beds with visions of a land, Long dark tunnels, questions and calm, But, with you, you know I have no doubts, And fear will have no sting, With your brilliant eyes and your lost and broken wing, My head upon your shoulder as you take me in your arms, Continents will crumble, we will find no harm. Chorus With your dark hair in the donegal breeze, Bringing me softly and sweetly to the ground, But, there's madness in the sycamore trees, And there's no salvation to be found. Well I'll brace myself against the dark, endeavour to go on, No matter how long it takes, and even though I might be wrong, And I will ask a little favour of whatever God I find, And I will come back for you darling, when I find some peace of mind. Well I don't know about tomorrow, it will be here and gone, I don't know about tonight, it'll be too long, Sometimes I think I'm dying, and I don't care how, All I know is that I want you, and I want you here and now. Chorus With your dark hair in the donegal breeze, Bringing me softly and sweetly to the ground, But, there's madness in the sycamore trees, And there's no salvation to be found.. + Informações