Songtexte
So
many
men
think
that
I
am
theirs
When
I
sit
with
them,
when
I
drink
with
them
Nothing
compares
to
all
that
was
shared
Between
you
and
I,
between
you
and
I
Snow
falls
on
the
mountain
of
Sliabh
Uí
Fhloinn
And
my
love
is
like
sloe-blossom
on
the
blackthorn
So
many
men
reach
for
the
highest
branch
To
find
the
bitter
fruit,
to
find
the
bitter
fruit
Close
within
reach
of
the
hand
lies
the
sweetest
berry
On
the
lowest
branch,
on
the
lowest
branch
Snow
falls
on
the
mountain
of
Sliabh
Uí
Fhloinn
And
my
love
is
like
sloe-blossom
on
the
blackthorn
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2 The Flower of Maherally (arr. M. McGlynn): The Flower of Maherally
3 Dúlamán
4 Jerusalem (arr. M. McGlynn): Jerusalem
5 Si do Mhaimeo I (arr. M. McGlynn): Si do Mhaimeo I
6 Riu Riu (arr. M. McGlynn): Riu Riu
7 When I was in My Prime (arr. M. McGlynn): When I was in My Prime
8 August
9 The Blue Bird (arr. M. McGlynn): 8 Partsongs, Op. 119: No. 3: The blue bird
10 Cormacus Scripsit (arr. M. McGlynn): Cormacus Scripsit
11 The Wild Song
12 Siuli, A Ruin (arr. M. McGlynn): Siuli, A Ruin
13 Wind On Sea
14 The Rising of the Sun
15 Celtic Mass: Kyrie
16 Blackthorn
17 Behind the Closed Eye
18 Christus Resurgens
19 Victimae
20 Pie Jesu
21 Hymn to the Virgin
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