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Thread #27654 Message #2893599
Posted By: Uncle Andy
24-Apr-10 - 04:44 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: The Singer Was Irish (Peter Dawson)
Subject: Lyr Add: THE SINGER WAS IRISH (Peter Dawson)
Here's a version with an additional verse.
THE SINGER WAS IRISH
It was Christmas Eve in London.
And the snow lay on the ground.
Thro' a window of a cottage
I was passing came a sound.
Someone played an old piano.
As the hands stole o'er the keys.
I was taken back in fancy
To my home across the seas;
For she sang a song that filled my heart
With boyhood memories.
Chorus:
The singer was Irish, the song was Irish
And each note seemed to come from the skies.
The dear old refrain I heard once again
And the words brought tears to my eyes:
'Come back to Erin. Mavourneen. Mavourneen !'
Long I linger'd at the door
For the grand old song made me long
To be back in my home once more.
Evr'y word the singer uttered.
Struck a chord within my breast.
Seemed to bring a loving message.
From the place that I loved best.
Just as one who hears glad tidings.
I was filled with ecstasy,
For I knew it was the old land.
Softly calling unto me.
Through the medium of that angel voice
And the sweet melody.
CHORUS:
As the melody ascended
I could see so plain once more
The old home that I was born in
Nestling by the Shannon's shore.
And I saw a grey-haired woman
Take my hand in fond embrace
As she faltered out: ' Acushla.
When you leave the old, old place,
May the best of luck attend you,
In the world you're going to face.'