The Rigs Of Rye Lyrics & Chords By Niamh Parsons

There's no but care on every hand In every hour that passes oh That signifies the life of man And twere not for the lassies oh Green grow the rushes oh Green grow the rushes...read more

The stormy winds and the raging seas the driving rain it lashes my face it breaks all my bones and burns my skin and delivers me to this place You bind up my wounds ...read more

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Where have you been all along summer's day? Son, tell it unto me A-fishing and a-fowling in the fields and in the forest Weary mother, let me be Weary mother, let me be Who...read more

I hear your voice on the wind And I hear you call out my name "Listen my child," You say to me,"I am the voice of your history. 'Be not afraid come follow me. Answer my call...read more