John Mcdermott - Galway Bay | Текст Иностранной Песни
If you ever go across the sea to Ireland Then maybe at the closing of your day You will sit and watch the moon rise over Claddagh And see the sun go down on Galway Bay
John Mcdermott - Oh Rowan Tree | Текст Иностранной Песни
Oh rowan tree, oh rowan tree Thou'lt aya be dear to thee Entwined thou art wi' many ties O'hame and infancy Thy leaves were aye the first of spring Thy
John Mcdermott - No Change In Me | Текст Иностранной Песни
You could shoot off a cannon Down the middle of bond And attract no attention in downtown st. john's This getting nowhere is getting to me Wondering where can you go
John Mcdermott - Auld Lang Syne | Текст Иностранной Песни
Should auld acquaintance be forgot And never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days o' auld lang syne? For auld lang syne, my dear, For
John Mcdermott - The Last Rose Of Summer (another Version) | Текст Иностранной Песни
Time and time again I am asked the same questions: "John where did you study?" "Are you professionally trained?" "Is it difficult to stay in voice?"
John Mcdermott - The Last Rose Of Summer | Текст Иностранной Песни
Time and time again I am asked the same questions: "john where did you study? " "are you professionally trained? " "is it difficult to stay in voice?
John Mcdermott - Steal Away | Текст Иностранной Песни
Steal away let's steal away No reason left to stay For me and you Let's start a-new And darling steal away Steal away and chase some dreams And hope
John Mcdermott - The Secret Of Christmas | Текст Иностранной Песни
It's not the glow you feel, when snow appears It's not the Christmas card you've sent for years Not the joyful sound when Sleigh bells ring Or the merry songs
John Mcdermott - The Spinningwheel | Текст Иностранной Песни
Mellow the moonlight to shine is beginning Close to the window yound Eileen is spinning Bent over the fire her blind grandmother sitting Is crooning and moaning and drowsily
John Mcdermott - Song For The Mira | Текст Иностранной Песни
Song For The Mira Out on the Mira one warm afternoon Old men go fishing with black line and spoon And if they catch nothing they never complain I wish I was with them