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15 Feb 99 - 10:30 PM (#58766) Subject: christy moore song From: Maelgwyn (inactive) 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 |
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16 Feb 99 - 02:02 AM (#58789) Subject: RE: christy moore song From: alison Hi, Check out the links page.. there is a link to a Christy Moore site.. you might find it there. slainte alison |
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20 Mar 99 - 11:38 AM (#64515) Subject: RE: christy moore song From: AlistairUK that is actually a Shane McGowan song and it's on Christy "Smoke and Strong whiskey" Album. |
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20 Mar 99 - 11:46 AM (#64519) Subject: RE: christy moore song From: Susan of DT 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.)
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20 Mar 99 - 11:54 AM (#64524) Subject: RE: christy moore song From: Philippa 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. |
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20 Mar 99 - 12:02 PM (#64527) Subject: RE: christy moore song From: AlistairUK The wind that shakes the Barely is an Irish rebel song that is not a relation to the McGowan song as sung by Christy. |
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03 Sep 03 - 09:11 PM (#1012385) Subject: Lyr Add: AISLING (Christy Moore, Shane MacGowan) From: Amergin 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 |
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04 Sep 03 - 03:31 AM (#1012504) Subject: RE: christy moore song (Aisling) From: Big Tim Shane MacGowan's own version is ob his album "The Snake", 1994, slight variations to lyrics. |