The Maids Of Mitchelstown Lyrics & Chords By Mícheál Ó Súilleabháin

I was no more than three days old Too young to speak, too young to count my toes I think of fields where I might run This moral twilight I was plucked from Up here we have no goals...read more

My young love said to me my mother won't mind and my father won't slight you for your lack of kind And she stepped away from me and this she did say it will not be long...read more

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Ride on Through the night Ride on Ride on Through the night Ride on There are visions, there are memories There are echoes of thundering hooves There are fires, there is...read more

When the bells of the sea sound from the deep And mist, like lands about to vanish The shadows of the past begin to speak Oh Lyonesse, sweet Lyonesse I wish that I could...read more