Lighthouse at Howth
The LightHouse at Howth, I didn't want to keep this panoramic view from you people.
posted by Marc at
11:39 a.m.
Sunday, February 26, 2006
The LightHouse at Howth, I didn't want to keep this panoramic view from you people.
2 Comments:
This piture with the song, Song For Ireland, and everything is ok mate.
Greetings from Easterwood, Pelle
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Anonymous, at 6:49 p.m.
Thanks man:
here are the lyrics to that song, by the way, from mary black
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
Saw Black Head against the sky
with twisted 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 sang a song for Ireland
By
Marc, at 10:44 p.m.
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