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Saturday, September 09, 2006

Playlist 09/08/06 & Lyrics

Sad news: I just heard that Pete Little's father has died. I understand a memorial service will be held in October. Our condolences go out to the Little Family. We dedicate todays show to his family. Song: Come In, Come In CD: Best of Artist: Irish Rovers ************************* Song: Song For the Mira CD: John McDermott Timeless Memories The Greatest Hits Artist: John McDermott ************************* Song: When I Grow Too Old To Dream CD: John McDermott Timeless Memories The Greatest Hits Artist: John McDermott ************************* Song: Amazing Grace CD: John McDermott Timeless Memories The Greatest Hits Artist: John McDermott ************************* Song: The Old Man CD: John McDermott Timeless Memories The Greatest Hits Artist: John McDermott ************************* Break ************************* Song: Try To Remember CD: John McDermott Timeless Memories The Greatest Hits Artist: John McDermott ************************* Song: The Minstrel Boy CD: John McDermott Timeless Memories The Greatest Hits Artist: John McDermott ************************* Current Events ************************* Song: Scotland the Brave CD: John McDermott Timeless Memories The Greatest Hits Artist: John McDermott ************************* Song: The Skye Boat Song CD: John McDermott Timeless Memories The Greatest Hits Artist: John McDermott ************************* Song: The Green Fields of France CD: John McDermott Timeless Memories The Greatest Hits Artist: John McDermott ************************* Break ************************* Song: Danny Boy CD: John McDermott Timeless Memories The Greatest Hits Artist: John McDermott ************************* Promos ************************* Song For The Mira Lyrics Artist: John McDermott Album: A Time to Remember 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 again As boys in their boats call to girls on the shore Teasing the one that they really adore And into the evening the courting begins I wish I was with them again Can you imagine a piece of the universe More fit for princes and kings? I'll give you ten of your cities For Marion Bridge and the pleasure it brings Out on the Mira on soft summer nights Bonfires blaze to the children's delight They dance round the flames singing songs with their friends I wish I was with them again And over the ashes the stories are told Of witches and werewolves and Oak Island gold The stars on the river they sparkle and spin I wish I was with them again Can you imagine a piece of the universe More fit for princes and kings? I'll give you ten of your cities For Marion Bridge and the pleasure it brings break Can you imagine a piece of the universe More fit for princes and kings? I'll give you ten of your cities For Marion Bridge and the pleasure it brings Out on the Mira the people are kind They'll treat you to home-brew and help you unwind And if you come broken they'll see that you mend I wish I was with them again And thus I conclude with a wish you go well Sweet be your dreams, may your happiness swell I'll leave you here, for my journey begins I'm going to be with them, going to be with them I'm going to be with them again ************************* Song: When I Grow Too Old To Dream Artist: John McDermott When I Grow Too Old To Dream WE have been gay going our way Life has been beautiful we have been young After you've gone life will go on Like an old song that we've sung When I grow too old to dream I'll have you to remember When I grow too old to dream your love will live in my heart So kiss me my sweet and so let us part And when I grow too old to dream That kiss will live in my heart After you've gone life will go on Time will be tenderly melting our tears Yet will I find you in my mind Beckoning over the years When I grow too old to dream I'll have you to remember When I grow too old to dream your love will live in my heart ************************* Song: Amazing Grace Artist: John McDermott Album: Old Friends Amazing Grace! how sweet the sound, That saved a wretch like me! I once was lost but know am found, Was blind but know I see "Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, And grace my fears relieved; How precious did that grace appear The hour I first believed! The Lord has promised good to me, His word my hope secures; He will my shield and portion be As long as life endures. Through many dangers, toils and snares, I have already come; 'Tis grace has brought me safe thus far, And grace will lead me home. Amazing grace! how sweet the sound, That saved a wretch like me! I once was lost but know am found, Was blind but now I see ************************* Song: The Old Man Artist: John McDermott Album: Old Friends The tears have all been shed now We've said our last good-byes His soul's been blessed and he's laid to rest And it's now I feel alone He was more than just a father A teacher my best friend He can still be heard in the tunes we shared When we play them on our own I never will forget him for he made me what I am Though he may be gone memory lingers on And I miss him ... The old man As a boy he'd take me walkin' By mountian field and stream And he showed me things not known to kings And secret between him and me. Like the colors of the pheasant As he rises in the dawn And how to fish and make a wish Beside the holly tree I never will forget him for he made me what I am Though he may be gone memory lingers on And I miss him ... The Old Man (Instrumental break) I thought he'd live forever He seemed so big and strong But the minutes fly and the years roll by For a father and his son And suddenly when it happened There was so much left unsaid No second chance to tell him thanks For everything he's done I never will forget him for he made me what I am Though he may be gone memory lingers on And I miss him ... The Old Man ************************* Song: Try To Remember Try to remember the kind of September When life was slow and so mellow Try to remember the kind of September When grass was green and the grain was yellow Try to remember the kind of September When you were young and the callow fallow Try to remember and if you remember Then follow, follow Try to remember when life was so tender When no one worked exept the willow Try to remember when life was so tender When dreams were kept beside your pillow Try to remeber when life was so tender When love was an ember about to billow Try to remmber and if you remember Then follow follow Deep in December, it' s nice to remember Althought you know the snow will follow Deep in December, it' s nice to remember Without the hurt the heart will follow Deep in December it's nice to remember The fire of September that made you mellow Deep in December our hearts should remember Then follow, follow ************************* Artist: John Mcdermott Song: The minstrel boy Album: Danny Boy [" Danny Boy " CD] The Minstrel Boy The minstrel boy to the war is gone, In the ranks of death you'll find him; His fathers sword he has girded on, And his wild harp slung behind him. "Land of Song!" said the warrior bard, "Though all the world betrays thee, One sword at least thy rights shall guard, One faithful harp shall praise thee!" The minstrel fell! - but the foeman's chain Could not bring that proud soul under; The harp he loved ne'er spoke again For he tore its' chords asunder; And said "No chains shall sully thee, Thou soul of love and bravery! Thy songs were made for the pure and free, They shall never sound in slavery." ************************* Song: Scotland for ever (scotland the brave) Album: When I Grow Too Old To Dream [" When I Grow Too Old To Dream " CD] Scotland For Ever (Scotland the Brave) : To Cliff Hanley Let Italy boast of her gay gilded waters Her vines and her bowers and her soft sunny skies Her sons drinking love from the eyes of her daughters Where freedom expires amid softness and sighs Scotland's blue mountains wild where hoary cliffs are piled Towering in grandeur are dearer tae me Land of the misty cloud land of the tempest loud Land of the brave and proud land of the free Enthroned on the peak of her own highland mountains Te spirit of Scotia reigns fearless and free Her green tartan waving o'er blue rock and fountain And proudly she sings looking over the sea Here among my mountains wild I have serenely smiled When armies and empires against me were hurled Firm as my native rock I have withstood the shock Of England, of Denmark, or Rome and the world But see how proudly her war steeds are prancing Deep groves of steel trodden down in their path The eyes of my sons like their bright swords are glancing Triumphantly riding through ruin and death Bold hearts and nodding plumes wave o'er their bloody tombs Deepeyed in gore is the green tartan's wave Shivering are the ranks of steel dire is the horseman's wheel Victorious in battlefield Scotland the brave Bold hearts and nodding plumes wave o'er their bloody tombs Deepeyed in gore is the green tartan's wave Shivering are the ranks of steel dire is the horseman's wheel Victorious in battlefield Scotland the brave Victorious in battlefield Scotland the brave ************************* Song: The skye boat song Album: Old Friends [" Old Friends " CD] Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on a wing, Onward the sialor's cry. Carry the lad that's born to be king Over the sea to Skye. Though the waves leap, soft shall ye sleep; Ocean's a royal bed. Rocked in the deep, Flora will keep Watched by your weary head. Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on a wing, Onward the sialor's cry. Carry the lad that's born to be king Over the sea to Skye. Many's the lad fought on that day Well the claymore could weild. When the night came, silently lay Dead on Culloden's field. Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on a wing, Onward the sialor's cry. Carry the lad that's born to be king Over the sea to Skye. Burned are our homes, exile and death Scatter the loyal men. Yet, 'ere the sword cool in the sheath Charlie will come again! Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on a wing, Onward the sialor's cry. Carry the lad that's born to be king Over the sea to Skye. ************************* Song: The green fields of france Album: Danny Boy [" Danny Boy " CD] Well, how do you do, young Willie McBride, Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside, And rest for a while 'neath the warm summer sun, I've been walkin' all day and I'm nearly done. I see by your gravestone you were only nineteen, When you joined the great fallen in nineteen sixteen, I hope you died well and I hope you died clean, Or young Willie McBride was it slow and unseen. Did they beat the drum slowly, did they play the fife lowly? Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down? And did the band play The Last Post and Chorus? Did the pipes play The Flowers Of The Forest? Did you leave 'ere a wife or a sweetheart behind, In some faithful heart is your memory enshrined. Although you died back in nineteen sixteen, In that faithful heart are you forever nineteen. Or are you a stranger without even a name, Enclosed in forever behind the glass pane, In an old photograph, torn, battered and stained, And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame. Did they beat the drum slowly, did they play the fife lowly? Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down? And did the band play The Last Post and Chorus? Did the pipes play The Flowers Of The Forest? The sun now it shines on the green fields of France There's a warm summer breeze, makes the red poppies dance. And look how the sun shines from under the clouds There's no gas, no barbed wire, there's no guns firing now. But here in this graveyard it's still no-man's-land. The countless white crosses stand mute in the sand, To man's blind indifference to his fellow man, To a whole generation that were butchered and damned. Did they beat the drum slowly, did they play the fife lowly? Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down? And did the band play The Last Post and Chorus? Did the pipes play The Flowers Of The Forest? Ah, young Willie McBride, I can't help wonder why, Do those that lie here know why did they die And did they believe when they answered the call Did they really believe that this war would end war. For the sorrow, the suffering, the glory, the pain, The killing, and the dying was all done in vain... For, young Willie McBride, it all happened again, and again, and again, and again, and again. Did they beat the drum slowly, did they play the fife lowly? Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down? And did the band play The Last Post and Chorus? Did the pipes play The Flowers Of The Forest? ************************* Song: Danny boy (a cappella) Album: Danny Boy [" Danny Boy " CD] Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen and down the mountainside The summer's gone and all the roses falling, 'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide. But come ye back when summer's in the meadow, Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow, 'Tis I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow, Oh, Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so. And when ye come and all the flowers are dying, and I am dead - as dead I well may be - you'll come and find the place where I am lying And kneel and say an Ave there for me; And I shall hear, though soft your tread above me, And on my grave where warmer, sweeter be, And ye shall bend and tell me that you love me, And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me.
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