L'IRLANDA E IL MARE
They say mother earth is breathing with each wave that finds the shore,her soul rises in the evening for to open twilight's door,her eyes are the stars in heaven watching o'er us all the while,and her heart it is in IRELAND deep within the Emerald Isle" qualche volta nelle notti d'Irlanda i sogni si avverano..parola di folklorista

Carolina Gaggerohttp://anT-UllDearg.bebo.com/
sabato, marzo 15, 2008

It was christmas eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, wont see another one
And then he sang a song
The rare old mountain dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you

Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
Ive got a feeling
This years for me and you
So happy christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true

Theyve got cars big as bars
Theyve got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
Its no place for the old
When you first took my hand
On a cold christmas eve
You promised me
Broadway was waiting for me

You were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of new york city
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging,
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night

The boys of the nypd choir
Were singing galway bay
And the bells were ringing out
For christmas day

Youre a bum
Youre a punk
Youre an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy christmas your arse
I pray God its our last

I could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Cant make it all alone
Ive built my dreams around you

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I don't know if you can see The changes that have come over me In these last few days I've been afraid That I might drift away I've been telling old stories, singing songs That make me think about where I came from And that's the reason why I seem So far away today Let me tell you that I love you and that I think about you all the time Caledonia you're calling me and now I'm going home If I should become a stranger you know that it would make me more than sad Caledonia's been everything I've ever had I have moved and I've kept on moving Proved the points that I needed proving Lost the friends that I needed losing Found others on the way I have tried and kept on trying Stolen dreams, yes there's no denying I have traveled far with conscience flying Somewhere with the wind Now I'm sitting here before the fire The empty room the forest choir The flames that couldn't get any higher They've withered now they've gone But I'm steady thinking my way is clear And I know what I will do tomorrow When the hands are shaken and the kisses flow Then I will disappear- Dougie McLean "CALEDONIA"
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