rippling by the meadow Or watch the shepherd calling to his fold And down the lane that winds behind the garden The blackbird greets the smiling summer morn And as his music echoes o
I don't want to be the one who hesitates Be too shy, wait too late I don't care what they say other lovers do I just wanna dance with you. When I
There's a church in the valley by the wildwood No lovelier place in the dale; No spot is so dear to my childhood, As the little brown church in the vale
When I come to the river at the ending of day When the last winds of sorrow have blown There'll be somebody waiting to show me the way I won't have
I wandered today to the hills, Maggie To watch the scene below The creek and the creaking old mill, Maggie As we used to, long, long ago The green grove
Four country roads, winding to a town in County Galway Four country roads, leading to the friends I left behind Four dusty roads, winding to the town
The gable wall is all that's left now The old thatched cottage has fallen down I dry my eyes as I fondly remember The days of long ago when I was young
There?s a place in Ireland I Know well Were I spend so many happy times Were I ?d sit for hours by the lake side With my dads old fishing rod and line
My Donegal Shore Oh I know its not right reminiscing tonight Of days that are gone and returning no more For the girl I dream of has another mans
On the wings of a snow-white dove He sends His pure sweet love A sign from above (sign from above) On the wings of a dove (wings of a dove) When troubles
Not long ago I was thinking of home And I wondered if Mama was there all alone I thought I'd drop by as I'd done before But the sound from within made
it was just a year ago today I left old Erin's Isle my heart was throbbin in the soft light of my colleen's smile in all my dreams I seem to hearher sweet
1. If Jesus comes tomorrow to spend some time with you Would you answer all His questions or lie to hide the truth? Would you welcome Him with open arms
Love is a burning thing And it makes a fiery ring Bound by wild desire I fell into a ring of fire I fell into a burning ring of fire I went down, down
The pale moon was rising above the green mountain The sun was declining beneath the blue sea When I strayed with my love to the pure crystal fountain
Oh well I'm tired and so weary but I must go along Till the Lord comes and calls, calls me away Well the mornings so bright and the land is the light
I'm satisfied with just a cottage below A little silver and a little gold But in that city, where the ransomed will shine I want a gold one, that's silver
Almost heaven West Virginia Blue Ridge Mountains Shenandoah Valley Life is old there older than the trees Younger than the mountains growing like a weed
