Lyr Req: Aisling (Christy Moore, Shane MacGowan)

Subject: christy moore song
From: Maelgwyn (inactive)
Date: 15 Feb 99 - 10:30 PM

I need the lyrics and the title to a song I heard sung by Christy Moore. Here's how part of it goes:

Bless the wind that shakes the barley/ Curse the spade and curse the plow/ I've counted the years and the weeks and the days/ And I wish to God that I was with you now/ Fare thee well my black-haired dame/ And fare thee well my own aisling/ At night fond dreams of you still haunt me/ Far across the gray north sea

Subject: RE: christy moore song
From: alison
Date: 16 Feb 99 - 02:02 AM

Hi,

Check out the links page.. there is a link to a Christy Moore site.. you might find it there.

slainte

alison

Subject: RE: christy moore song
From: AlistairUK
Date: 20 Mar 99 - 11:38 AM

that is actually a Shane McGowan song and it's on Christy "Smoke and Strong whiskey" Album.

Subject: RE: christy moore song
From: Susan of DT
Date: 20 Mar 99 - 11:46 AM

If you enter [wind that shakes] in the search box at the upper right side of this page, you'll find words and music. (The square brackets indicate a phrase, rather than disconnected words.)

Subject: RE: christy moore song
From: Philippa
Date: 20 Mar 99 - 11:54 AM

I know the song that's in the DT; I don't know the Christy Moore song but it would appear to be very different.

Subject: RE: christy moore song
From: AlistairUK
Date: 20 Mar 99 - 12:02 PM

The wind that shakes the Barely is an Irish rebel song that is not a relation to the McGowan song as sung by Christy.

Subject: Lyr Add: AISLING (Christy Moore, Shane MacGowan)
From: Amergin
Date: 03 Sep 03 - 09:11 PM

Aisling (Christy Moore version)
By Shane MacGowan, as sung by Christy Moore

See the bright new moon is rising
Above the land of black and green
Hear the rebels voice is calling
I will not die though you bury me

The aunt upstairs in the bed she is calling
Why has he forsaken me
Faded pictures in the hallway
Which one of them brown ghosts is he

Bless the wind that shakes the barley
Curse the spade and curse the plough
I've counted years and weeks and days
And I wish to God I was with you know

Fair thee well my black haired diamond
Fair thee well my own Aisling
At night fond dreams of you still hunt me
Fair across the grey north see

And the wind it blows
From the North and South
to the East
And to the West
I will be like the wind my love
For I will know no rest
Until I return to thee

1, 2, 3 telegraph poles
Standing on the cold black road
The night is fading into morning
Give us a drop of your sweet potein

The rain was lashing
The sun was rising
The wind was howling through the trees
The madness from the mountains crawling
When I saw you first my own Aisling

Bless the wind that shakes the barley
Curse the spade and curse the plough
I've counted years and weeks and days
And I wish to God I was with you know

Fair thee well my black haired diamond
Fair thee well my own Aisling
At night fond dreams of you still hunt me
Fair across the grey north see

Subject: RE: christy moore song (Aisling)
From: Big Tim
Date: 04 Sep 03 - 03:31 AM

Shane MacGowan's own version is ob his album "The Snake", 1994, slight variations to lyrics.