Lyr Add: Roscommon of My Dreams

20 Sep 99 - 12:15 PM (#115758)
Subject: Lyr Add: ROSCOMMON OF MY DREAMS (Larry Kilcommins)
From: Wolfgang

another song from the South Roscommon singers CD (click). I think I got most of it right now with very few exceptions and one or two place names.

Wolfgang

ROSCOMMON OF MY DREAMS
(Larry Kilcommins)

As I gazed out of the window
of this old apartment block
across the country jungle
that's the City of New York,
my thoughts go wandering slowly back
to those lovely woods and streams
that I left behind in Ireland
and Roscommon of my dreams.

I see again your (rabble?) walls
where I played when still a child
and that little brook beneath the hill
meandering in the wild,
the old Town Hall where I danced at night
when I was in my teens;
those were happy days in Ireland
and Roscommon of my dreams.

I'll ne'er forget the summer days
when on Sundays after mass
it was off to (Commons?) park I'd go
the afternoon to pass.
It was there I cheered the Blue and Gold,
they were my favourite team.
(oh, brought honour to my country then
Roscommon of my dreams.

In the crisp cold days of winter
I would chase the fox and hare
across the fields and through the woods
to Castle (Coote?) so fair.
It was there I met my own true love,
where the river (Socket / soaked its?) streams,
back home in dear old Ireland
and Roscommon of my dreams.

What took me here across the seas
to this lonely city life,
where my thoughts are of my native land
and the lovely Irish wife.
To walk the roads with my own true love
beneath the pale moon beams
is all the heaven I'll ask of God
in Roscommon of my dreams.

^^

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20 Sep 99 - 12:21 PM (#115762)
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Roscommon of my dreams
From: Wolfgang

grrr
third verse, before last line: County, not country.

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20 Sep 99 - 02:57 PM (#115842)
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Roscommon of my dreams
From: Martin _Ryan

Wolfgang:

I'll listen to the original and see if I can kill off your last few question marks!

Regards

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20 Sep 99 - 03:29 PM (#115847)
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Roscommon of my dreams
From: Martin _Ryan

Just a couple:

Verse 1.3: ...concrete jungle...

2.1 : ....your abbey walls...

3.3. : ....Coman's Park (football ground)

4.4 : Castlecoote
4.6. : Where the River Suck it streams...

5.4. : and a lovely Irish wife.

Regards

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20 Sep 99 - 08:50 PM (#115987)
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Roscommon of my dreams
From: Alice

Is there an abc or midi of the tune? - alice flynn

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21 Sep 99 - 01:10 AM (#116044)
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Roscommon of my dreams
From: Liam's Brother

Hi Wolf and Martin!

I have looked in vain for the Roscommon recording for some months. The search has been two times vexing because I own both the CD and cassette versions.

Brynley was digging around in the glove compartment of my car looking for a bottle opener (don't ask why) this weekend and came up the cassette. No sooner did I get home but find that Liam's Sister-in-Law has been "sitting on" the CD version these many months.

Bob Conroy, with whom I sing most often, has been threatening to learn this song for months. Larry Kilcommins sang in the night we were in Brideswell. Thanks for posting it Wolfgang. I'll point him to it right away!

Martin, I enjoyed hearing "10 Young Women & 1 Young Man" again. You do it very well. Please give our best to Declan, Johnny and the gang.

All the best,
Dan Milner

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24 Sep 99 - 05:46 AM (#117211)
Subject: Lyr Add: ROSCOMMON OF MY DREAMS (Larry Kilcommins)
From: Wolfgang

once more, thanks a lot, Martin. Here's the version with your additions.

Wolfgang

ROSCOMMON OF MY DREAMS
(Larry Kilcommins)

As I gazed out of the window
of this old apartment block
across the concrete jungle
that's the City of New York,
my thoughts go wandering slowly back
to those lovely woods and streams
that I left behind in Ireland
and Roscommon of my dreams.

I see again your abbey walls
where I played when still a child
and that little brook beneath the hill
meandering in the wild,
the old Town Hall where I danced at night
when I was in my teens;
those were happy days in Ireland
and Roscommon of my dreams.

I'll ne'er forget the summer days
when on Sundays after mass
it was off to Coman's park I'd go
the afternoon to pass.
It was there I cheered the Blue and Gold,
they were my favourite team.
oh, brought honour to my County then
Roscommon of my dreams.

In the crisp cold days of winter
I would chase the fox and hare
across the fields and through the woods
to Castlecoote so fair.
It was there I met my own true love,
where the river Suck it streams,
back home in dear old Ireland
and Roscommon of my dreams.

What took me here across the seas
to this lonely city life,
where my thoughts are of my native land
and a lovely Irish wife.
To walk the roads with my own true love
beneath the pale moon beams
is all the heaven I'll ask of God
in Roscommon of my dreams.

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