Ireland Swings Lyrics & Chords By Brian Coll

Come all ye maidens young and fair All you that are bloming in your prime Always be ware and keep your garden fair Let no man steal away your thyme For thyme it is a precious...read more

Chorus: Remember December fifty-nine The howling wind and the driving rain Remember the gallant men who drowned On the lifeboat, Mona was her name The wind it blows and the...read more

Cada nit acaba igual, el final és el mateix, submergit a dins d'un got sense cara ni cervell. Ja no queda res de mi, m'he regalat als barrils, cada rot i cada glop són...read more

In Glenravel's Glen there lives a man whom some would call a god For he could cure your shakes with a bottle of his stuff would cost you thirty bob Come winter, summer, frost all...read more

Black is the color of my true loves hair His lips are like some roses fair He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands And I love the ground whereon he stands I love my...read more