Artist: Eliza Carthy
Eliza Carthy's lyrics & chords
Eliza Carthy (b. 1975) is an English folk singer and violinist. Born on 23rd August 1975, she is the daughter of legendary English folk musicians singer/guitarist Martin Carthy and singer Norma Waterson. She formed The Waterdaughters with her mother, aunt (Lal Waterson), and cousin Maria Knight in 1989. She has subsequently worked with Nancy Kerr, and also with her parents as Waterson:Carthy, in addition to her own solo work. She has twice been nominated for the Mercury Music Prize for UK album of the year: in 1998 for Red Rice, and again i...read more
Castle by the sea Upside down Lemady Diegos bold house Devil in the woman Her servant man Bottle Crystal spring The sea Tam lyn retold The road to the south Prodigal son Love farewell Sweet susan I wish that the wars were all over The man who puffs the big cigar Traveler Cold haily rainy night Epitaph Cover your garden over Trip I do like to be beside the seaside The coo coo bird Happiness Sea Little gods and little monsters Mother go make my bed Drink Sunny afternoon Live at foyles Everything glows Blackwell merry night Bonny moorhen Tuca tuca Hansel Poor mary ann Aleppo in the sun as it was The queen of hearts Carpark Blow the winds Queen caraboo Grand conversation on napoleon Tractor Foolish one An old man came courting If i had a hammer Medley Sheffield Bonnie light horseman Died for love Fen Bushes and briars Reel du pendu Black muddy river Dives and lazarus The downfall of paris Raggle taggle gipsies Mr mccusker and mr mcgoldricks english choice Eliza carthy Lowlands of holland Mary custy air Tune The march of the kings of laiose The unquiet grave Reel Zycanthos jig The kings of calicutt Scan testers country stepdance Flight of the pelican Sir patrick spens What a beau your granny is Picking up sticks If Fare thee well cold winter Balter svens parapolkett Cumberland waltz Eliza remembers Commodore moore Know the ledge Three day millionarie Country life Glory in my soul June is the coldest month of the year I drew my ship into the harbour Hills of ardmorn Whaur dae ye lie Sweetness of mary I think
