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27 Apr 00 - 09:02 AM (#218855) Subject: Lyr Req: Come HOme to Abbeyfeale From: GUEST |
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27 Apr 00 - 05:13 PM (#219137) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Come HOme to Abbeyfeale From: Sorcha Do you have any more information? Performer, snippet of lyrics,etc? |
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28 Apr 00 - 06:16 AM (#219446) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Come HOme to Abbeyfeale From: GUEST,Sean Yes, it is a song written and performed by Sean McCarthy (Co. Kerry) - starts off: The golden corn is high, my love,where wild winds whisper free But I must take the lonely road that leads down to the sea You sleep upon your towering hill where twilight shadows steal, And I hear the wild winds whispering, 'come home to Abbeyfeale.' |
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28 Apr 00 - 08:31 AM (#219465) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Come HOme to Abbeyfeale From: Liam's Brother Hi Sean! This is of considerable interest to me because my mother's home town is Brosna, just a few miles away. My mother was apprecticed as a seamstress in Abbeyfeale in her teenage years. I sing most week with a fellow from New York who is related to the Riordans of Riordan's Select Bar on the main street in Abbeyfeale. I'm sure he would like to have the song as well. Has it been recorded?
All the best, |
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28 Apr 00 - 09:05 AM (#219481) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Come HOme to Abbeyfeale From: MMario Dan - you might also be interested in the tape mentioned only reference I could find to Come Home to Abbeyfeale |
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28 Apr 00 - 10:34 AM (#219512) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Come HOme to Abbeyfeale From: Sorcha Still no luck, but here is an article from The Kerryman newpapaper about a festival. Maybe you could contact them and they could help? |
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29 Apr 00 - 10:18 AM (#220011) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Come HOme to Abbeyfeale From: Liam's Brother Refresh. |
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30 Apr 00 - 01:39 AM (#220282) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Come HOme to Abbeyfeale From: GUEST,Sean Dear Dan, Yes, the song has been recorded - by Peggy Sweeney on a tape called "More Songs of Sean McCarthy" - she has also done a video of herself singing "The Songs of Sean McCarthy" which also gives some background to each of the songs. She can contacted on website: kerrymusic.com I have most of the words to the song, but there are 3-4 names I can't quote make out from the tape. Peace, Sean |
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30 Apr 00 - 03:31 PM (#220442) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Come HOme to Abbeyfeale From: Liam's Brother Thanks, Sean. I will follow up.
All the best, |
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27 Oct 07 - 09:32 AM (#2180411) Subject: Lyr Add: COME HOME TO ABBEYFEALE (Sean McCarthy) From: Jim Dixon Found at Abbeyfeale On Line: COME HOME TO ABBEYFEALE Sean McCarthy The golden corn is high my love, where wild winds whisper free. But I must take the lonely road that leads down to the sea. You sleep upon the towering Hill, where twilight shadows steal, And hear the wild wind whispering; "Come home to Abbeyfeale." The New York lights are shining love. Her streets are cold and gray. A man must leave the dying hours, to greet the new born day. My memory roams wild and free, as I await an alien dawn. Of Mary B who walked with me to greet the summer morn. Is the harvest moon still shining bright upon The Feale's gold stream? Do stars o'er Meenahaela light up the meadows green? Do maidens glide the riverside and dance the four-hand reel? And do lovers stray Dromtrasna way, near my town of Abbeyfeale? Do you remember Mary B when cold-eyed strangers came? They came down from the bleeding hills to play their murdering game. But side by side, with burning pride, we faced their alien steel. And we raised the flag of freedom high, o'er my town of Abbeyfeale. Where are they now, that gallant band that fought with awesome skill? Brave Larry Ellen Harnett, Bomber Foley from The Hill. Jimmy Joy and Jimeen Collins, I can but name a few. They made their stand, that freedom grand might hail the morning dew. Oh, I remember, Mary B, the times when hope ran high. We walked the lanes with twisted names, the love light in our eye. To marry in the winter time. The church bell's lovely peal. And now you lie, 'neath a lonely sky, near my town of Abbeyfeale. The New York dawn is here my love. Her streets are cold and gray. My feet are on this city street, but my dreams are far away. Soon I'll fly the starlit sky, and when twilight shadows steal, Then you'll walk with me in my memory, near my town of Abbeyfeale. |