Black Is the Colour Christy Moore

Black is the colour of my true love's hair, Her lips are like some roses fair, She's the sweetest smile, And the gentlest hands, I love the ground, Whereon she stands.

All I Remember Christy Moore

I was lured by the rocking horse Sweets and the bualadh bos Fifty wild boys to a room Sing lámh, lámh eile, the dish ran away with the spoon Black shoes and stockings for those who say don't Blue is the

The Knock Song Christy Moore

Then came the priest from Partry, Father Horan was his name And since he's been appointed Knock has never been the same.

Lakes of Pontchartrain Christy Moore

It was one fine March morning I bid New Orleans adieu And I took the road to Jackson town, my fortune to renew.

Go Move Shift Christy Moore

Am Born in the middle of the afternoon In a D horsedrawn carriage on the G old A-Am-5 Am The big twelve wheeler shook my bed, You D can't stay Am here the po-D-liceman Em said.

Go, Move, Shift Christy Moore

Am Born in the middle of the afternoon In a D horsedrawn carriage on the G old A-Am-5 Am The big twelve wheeler shook my bed, You D can't stay Am here the po-D-liceman Em said.

Nancy Spain Christy Moore

Of all the stars that ever shone Not one would twinkle like your pale blue eyes And like golden corn at harvest time your hair Sailing in my boat gently blows and fills my sail Your sweet scented breath

The Time Has Come Christy Moore

My heart like yours is breaking Together we'll prove strong The road I take will show the world The suffering that goes on.

Curragh of Kildare Christy Moore

The winter it has passed And the summer's come at last The small birds are singing in the trees And their little hearts are glad Ah, but mine is very sad Since my true love is far away from me And straight

Only Our Rivers Run Free Christy Moore

green in December It's then that our land will be free I wander her hills and her valleys And still through my sorrow I see A land that has never known freedom And only her rivers run free I drink to the

Section 31 Christy Moore

Section 31 on the TV Section 31 on the radio Section 31 is like a blindfold Section 31 makes me feel cold, feel cold.

The Wicklow Boy Christy Moore

As I walked past Portlaoise Prison "I'm innocent", a voice was heard to say "My frame-up is almost completed.

Missing You Christy Moore

"In nineteen hundred and eighty six There's not much for a chippie but swinging a pick And you can't live on love, on love alone So you sail cross the ocean, away cross the foam To where you're a

Faithful Departed Christy Moore

This graveyard hides a million secrets, And the trees know more than they can tell. The ghosts of the saints and the scholars will haunt you, In heaven and in hell.

Ordinary Man Christy Moore

work for everything I own I never asked for a lot, I was happy with what I got Enough to keep my family and my home Now they say that times are hard and they've handed me my cards They say there's not the

Joxer Goes to Stuttgart Christy Moore

It was in the year of '88 in the lovely month of June When the gadflies were swarming and dogs howling at the moon With rosary beads and sandwiches for Stuttgart we began Joxer packed his German phrasebook

Don't Forget Your Shovel Christy Moore

don't forget your shovel if you want to go to work. oh don't forget your shovel if you want to go to work. don't forget your shovel if you want to go to work or you'll end up where you came from like the

The Reel in the Flickering Light Christy Moore

A daddy longlegs jumpet sprite As he danced to the reel in the flickering light Oh round we go, heel to the toe And the daddy longlegs jumpet sprite As he danced to the reel in the flickering light On

Delirium Tremens Christy Moore

I dreamt a dream the other night I couldn't sleep a wink The rats were tryin' to count the sheep and I was off the drink There were footsteps in the parlour and voices on the stairs I was climbin' up

Casey Christy Moore

If it's drink you want and plenty of feeding And you like the bed as well Grab the wife, throw the kids in the Datsun Make for Inch and the Strand hotel If talk of turf drives you crazy And you can't face

Sacco and Vanzetti Christy Moore

Sacco sailed the sea one day, landed over in the Boston bay. Vanzetti sailed the ocean blue, ended up in Boston too.

Natives Christy Moore

For all of our languages we can't communicate For all of our native tongues we're all natives here Sons of their fathers' dream the same dream The sound of forbidden words becomes a scream Voices in anger

Fairytale of New York Christy Moore

They've got cars big as bars They've got rivers of gold But the wind blows right through you It's no place for the old When I first took your hand on a cold Christmas Eve I told you that Broadway

Lanigans Ball Christy Moore

Lanigan's Ball Christy Moore In the town of Athy, one Jeremy Lanigan battered away till he hadn't a shilling. His father died, made him a man again, left him a farm and ten acres of ground.

Ride On Christy Moore

True you ride the finest horse I\'ve ever seen, Standing 16 1\" or 2\" with eyes wild and green, And you ride the horse so well, hands light to the touch.

Christy Tyson Yoshi

remember how our story begins 我還記得沒帶傘的下雨天 第一次跟你在雨中相見 I ain't gonna lie I was not Expecting you came into my life just like that without a sign 月老突然拉起這埋了十年的紅線 記得 You said hero doesn't need a cape Oh that is

OUT IN THE FIELDS Gary Moore

OUT IN THE FIELDS It doesn't matter if you're wrong or if you're right. It makes no difference if you're black or if you're white. All men are equal till the victory is won.

OUT IN THE FIELDS Gary Moore

It makes no difference if you're black or if you're white. All men are equal till the victory is won. No colour or religion ever stopped the bullet from a gun. Out in the fields.

Out In The Fields (Remastered 2002) Gary Moore

it makes no difference if you're black or if you're white. All men are equal till the victory is won. No colour or religion ever stopped the bullet from a gun. Out in the fields.

Nettie Moore Bob Dylan

time to hide I'd walk through a blazing fire baby if I knew you was on the other side Oh I miss you Nettie Moore And my happiness is o'r Winter's gone the river's on the rise I loved you then and ever

Dancing With Air (Acoustic) Christy

Take my hand, so you'll show me the way Seasons changed, now I see colours grey I got lost, I'm not the same And my reality has been misplaced [Chorus] Ever since you've been gone, I've been hurting myself

25 Back Then Lauren Christy

So long war Rock and roll has not been heard before In their long black cars Technicolor movies for the stars I wish I'd learn to dance the way my parents danced It seems I always try to lead the

Christy Christmas Brenda Lee

"Santa's got a brand new helper, you're the first one to be told. He wears a hat that's trimmed with fur and his boots are made of gold. His name is Christy Christmas, he's cute as he can be.

Black Is The Colour Joan Baez

Black black black Is the color of my true love's hair Her lips are like a rose so fair And the prettiest face and the neatest hands I love the grass whereon she stands She with the wondrous hair Black

Black Okkervil River

Night is falling to the ground, but I can still see where you loved yourself before he tore it all down. April 12th, with nobody else around; you were outside the house (where's your mother?)

Black Is The Colour Judy Collins

Black, black, black is the color of my true love's hair His lips are like some rosey fair The finest face and the neatest hands I love the ground where on he stands I love my love and well he knows I love

Colour Line Asian Dub Foundation

Today, the Colour Line/Is the Power Line/Is the Poverty Line Racism and imperialism work in tandem And poverty is their handmaiden Those who are poor and powerless to break out of their poverty

Out In The Fields Gary Moore, Phil Lynott

It makes no difference if you're black or if you're white. All men are equal till the victory is won. No colour or religion ever stopped the bullet from a gun.

RUNNING FROM THE STORM Gary Moore

RUNNING FROM THE STORM The wind is up and the sky is falling. The thunder cracks and the sea is rolling. Wonder if we'll ever see tomorrow.

RUNNING FROM THE STORM Gary Moore

The wind is up and the sky is falling. The thunder cracks and the sea is rolling. Wonder if we'll ever see tomorrow.

Senses Working Overtime Mandy Moore

My, my, Sun is pie, There's fodder for the cannons, And the guilty ones can all sleep safely, All sleep safely.

Black Is The Colour Celtic Woman

Black is the colour of my true love's hair Her lips are like some roses fair She has the sweetest face And the gentlest hands I love the ground where on she stands I love my love and well she knows

Black Is The Colour Luka Bloom

"Black is the colour of my true love's hair Her lips are like some rose so fair She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands Oh, I love the ground whereon she stands I love my love, and well she knows

Dream In Colour (Demo) Rick Springfield

goes away that won't come back You're living in a house of cards And you're blowing down the stack She sleeps under a rainbow She don't dream in colour She thinks that her soul is painted Grey or black

Deep Hit Of Morning Sun Primal Scream

Hey there girl, summer girl Suicidal beautiful I can see, death in me Death in you, love is good shine on me shine on everyone black is the colour deep hit of morning sun losse your friends

Black Is The Colour Katherine Jenkins

Black is the color of my true love's hair His lips are like a rose so fair He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands And I love the ground where on he stands I love my love and well,

Black Is The Colour Kokia

Black is the colour of my true love's hair Her lips are like some roses fair and the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands And I love the ground whereon she stands I love my love and well she

Black Is The Colour Paul Weller

Black is the color of my true love's hair Her lips are like some roses fair She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands And I love the ground whereon she stands I love my love and well she knows

Black is the colour Mark Brook

Black is the colour of my true love's hair Her lips are like a rose so fair... She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands.

Black Is The Colour The Corrs

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