Black is the color of my true love`s hair Her lips are like some roses fair She`s the sweetest face and the gentlest hands. I love the ground whereon
Buachaill o'n Eirne me 's bhreagfainn calin deas og Ni iarrfainn bo spre lei ta me fhein saibhir go leor 'S liom Corcaigh da mheid e dha thaobh a' ghleanna
All God's creatures got a place in the choir Some sing low and some sing higher Some sing out loud on the telephone wire Some just clap their hands or
Well, I took a stroll on the old long walk Of a day -I-ay-I-ay I met a little girl and we stopped to talk Of a fine soft day -I-ay-I-ay And I ask you,
As I'm sitting here in the firelight And turning back the years I can hear my mother singing in the morning As she scrubbed our shining faces And then
Chorus Home, home, home from the sea Angels of mercy, answer our plea And carry us home, home, home from the[ sea Carry us safely home from the sea.
The candlelight is fading as I gently kneel and say An Ave for my mother as her spirit slips away Away to join my father and to share eternity We call
Once in the dear dead days beyond recall When on the world the mists began to fall Out of the dreams that rose in happy throng Low to our hearts love
My love is like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June My love is like a melody That's sweetly played in tune As fair art thou, my Bonnie lass So
When I dream, I'll be dreaming of Noreen And the love that I'm leaving behind me. And the twilight will always remind me Of my Noreen, Mo Stoirin, my
They come from the farms and the factories too They all soon forget who they are The cares of today, well, they're soon washed away As they sit at a stool
As I was a goin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains I saw captain Farrell and his money he was counting I first produced my pistols then produced my
The Dutchman's not the kind of man To keeps his thumb jammed in the dam That holds his dreams in But that's a secret that only Margaret knows When Amsterdam
All God's creatures got a place in the choir Some sing low, some sing higher, Some sing out loud on the telephone wires, And some just clap their hands
Black is the color of my true love's hair Her lips are like some roses fair She's the sweetest face and the gentlest hands. I love the ground whereon
Once in the dear dead days beyond recall, When on the world the mists began to fall, Out of the dreams that rose in happy throng Low to our hearts Love
If you think you're hearing something And you can't think what it is If you feel a quiet longing Lift your heart into the wind There you'll find my kindred
