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Cara Dillon Album


Sweet Liberty (09/22/2003)
09/22/2003
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The Gem Of The Roe
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Bonny Bonny
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Falling Like A Star
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12.
The Emigrant's Farewell
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Days, turning from red to green
It's hard to believe that spring
Is here so soon and I've been gone so long.
Keep, sending your letters on
Memories of whom are still
Haunting my days and I am losing my way

[Chorus]
High tide
Changing moods
Familiar faces I know
High tide
Changing light
Familiar places I go

Keep playing our favourite song
Cos sometimes I sing it so loud
And pray that you might hear
And sing along

Days, turning from sweet to dry
Memories of whom are still
Haunting my days, I wait
For your reply

[ Chorus ]
High tide, changing moods
Familiar faces I know
High tide, changing light
Familiar places I go

. . .


Some poets sing of a noble king,
Or of a sweetheart fair.
Some tell a tale of ships that sail
With treasures rich and rare.
But my humble pen still drifts again
To scenes of long ago;
Across the sea to the Benedy
And the winding river roe.

Right well do I remember now
Those happy childhood days.
And the times I had when just a lad,
On Carn's lovely braes.
And when my mind is thus inclined
No other joys I know,
For my heart remains on the verdent plains
Near the winding river roe.

Benbradagh's crown o'er Dungiven town,
Is still within my view
And the Benedy glen I worshipped then
Still lives in memory too.
The beautiful scene of Cashel Green
Still haunts wherever I go.
And in all my dreams, I see it seems
The winding river roe.

If fortunes smiles on me awhile,
I would cross the sea again,
And all these years of toil and tears
Will be forgotten then.
And when at last my life has passed,
Contentedly I'll go across the sea
To the Benedy
And the winding river roe.

. . .


Everywhere you go, everywhere you see
There's nothing much to say now and days go by between
And if I had a sign, I wouldn't feel the need
'Cause if I held you now, I might as well hold a dream

Everywhere you go, everywhere you see
There's nothing much to say now and days go by between
If I had a sign, I wouldn't feel the need
If I held you now, I might as well be holding a dream

Everywhere you go, everywhere I'll be
There mightn't be much left to say but days go by and I'll not forget
We've got all this time and I've got all I need
Will you hold me now 'cause you're all that matters to me?

. . .


My song for you this evening,
It's not to make you sad,
Nor for adding to the sorrows
Of our troubled northern land.
But lately I've been thinking,
And it just won't leave my mind,
I'll tell you of two friends one time,
Who were both good friends of mine.

Now Isaac he was Protestant
and Sean was Catholic-born,
But it never made a difference,
For the friendship it was strong.
And sometimes in the evening,
When we heard the sound of drums,
We said it won't divide us;
We will always be as one.

There were roses, roses, roses,
And the tears of the people ran together.

It was on a Sunday morning
When the awful news came round;
Another killing had been done,
Just outside Newry town.
We knew that Isaac danced up there,
We knew he liked the band,
But when we heard that he was dead
We just couldn't understand.

Now fear it filled the countryside;
There was fear in every home,
When late at night a car came
Prowling round the Ryan road.
A Catholic would be killed tonight
To even up the score,
Oh Christ, it's young MacDonald
They've taken from the door.

There were roses, roses, roses,
And the tears of a people ran together.

Isaac was my friend he cried,
He begged them with his tears,
But centuries of hatred
Have ears that do not hear.
An eye for an eye,
Was all that filled their minds,
And another eye for another eye,
Til everyone is blind.

Now, I don't know what the moral is,
Or where this song should end,
But I wonder just how many wars
Are fought between good friends.
And those who give the orders
Are not the ones to die;
It's Scott and young MacDonald
And the likes of you and I.

There were roses, roses, roses,
And the tears of the people ran together.

There were roses, roses, roses,
And the tears of the people ran together.

. . .


Where are you now?
And who's by your side?
Can't hide for a lifetime
Uncover your eyes

Wake up in the morning
Share the sunlight shining down on us
You and me
Are these sad days always lost on us?

Where am I now?
And who's on my side?
I'd wait for a lifetime
For you to come back

Wake up in the evenin'
Share the moonlight shining down on us
You and me
Are these sad days always lost on us?

And turning away
I've been waiting to the home
Yesterday's late until now
[Incomprehensible]

Can anyone play me another sad song?
'Cause sad songs remind me of all that we've lost
Can anyone play me another sad song?
'Cause sad songs remind me of all that we've lost

Wake up in the morning
Share the sunlight shining down on us
You and me
You and me

You and me
You and me
You and...

. . .

The Gem Of The Roe

[No lyrics]

. . .

Bonny Bonny

[No lyrics]

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Oh draw near each young lover,
Give ear to my story
That bears my sad, mournful tale.
Come join me in chorus
And lend me your pity,
While I my misfortune bewail.

The grief my poor heart
No tongue can disclose.
My cheeks are now pale,
They once bloomed like the rose.
And it's all for a young man,
Whom I do suppose
Is now far from sweet Erin the Green.

Now when were children
We walked out together
Along the green meadows sweet.
And although we were childish
We loved one another
Whilst gath'ring the wild berries sweet.

It was to sweet Garvagh where we were sent to school,
He was first in his class
And correct in each rule.
And I cheerfully walked home by Kilnacoole
With the flower of sweet Erin the Green.

Oh his head on my breast
And he used to respose
At each evening under the shade.
A song in my praises my darling composed
And he styled me the cool Derry maid.
At the time I denied him I'd die for his sake,
It was little I thought my denial he'd take.

Oh, but my own misfortune
I made a mistake
When he left me on Erin the Green.

. . .


I will not forget all the things I haven't said yet
And so I'll wait
Like water thrown on water, it's always hard to tell
Just where it ends
Getting ready to be stung, there is sweetness to
Every blow

Broken bridges, wish I could lie down
Freedom angels come and save me now
So I lost a fortune then found it in a glen
Trees and branches led me straight to him

Oh my love, freedom caused us shame
On the breeze, your words call again
Will we learn to wait until tomorrow
Not knowing where we'll go

Broken bridges selfish now it sounds
Thirsty whispers told me to find out
Well I tried to stay until the summer came
Winter madness runnin' through my veins

Oh my love, freedom caused us shame
On the breeze you words call again
Will we learn to wait until tomorrow
Not knowing where we'll go

You say
Words don't mean a thing
You say
Words don't mean a thing

. . .

Falling Like A Star

[No lyrics]

. . .


Through the mist my ship has sailed, leaving me behind
All things left unsaid, that were in my mind
When I stood on this deck, strange things I saw
Strange they have vanished now
I'm standing on the shore

Sandy hills all around, nothing standing clear
Softly light is falling through, time was never here
When I stood on this deck, strange things I saw
Strange they have vanished now
I'm standing on the shore

Headlands fading out of sight, horizons disappear
Hazy shores and silent seas, nothing do I fear
Air and water, grass and sand, merging into one
In the silence of the mist, I am still alone
When I stood on this deck, strange things I saw
Strange they have vanished now
I'm standing on the shore
Standing on the shore
Standing on the shore

Standing on the shore
Standing on the shore
Standing on the shore
Standing on the shore

. . .

The Emigrant's Farewell

[No lyrics]

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