paroles de chanson The Maid Of Culmore - Cara Dillon
Leaving
sweet
lovely
Derry
for
fair
London
town,
There
is
no
finer
harbour
all
around
can
be
found,
Where
the
children
each
evening
go
down
to
the
shore,
And
the
joy
bells
are
ringing
for
the
maid
of
Culmore.
The
first
time
I
met
her
she
passed
me
by,
And
the
next
time
that
I
met
her
she
bid
me
goodbye,
But
the
last
time
I
met
her
it
broke
my
heart
sore,
For
she
sailed
out
of
Ireland
and
away
from
Culmore.
If
I
had
the
power
the
storms
for
to
rise,
I
would
blow
the
wind
high
and
I'd
darken
the
skies,
I
would
blow
the
wind
higher
and
salt
seas
to
roar,
For
the
day
that
my
darling
sailed
away
from
Culmore.
To
the
far
shore
of
Americay
my
love
I
'll
go
seek,
For
it's
there
I
know
no-one
and
no-one
knows
me,
And
if
don't
find
her
I'll
return
home
no
more,
Like
a
pilgrim
I'll
wander
for
the
maid
of
Culmore.
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