paroles de chanson Mountains of Mourne - Celtic Thunder
Oh
Mary
this
London's
a
wonderful
sight
With
people
here
workin'
by
day
and
by
night
They
don't
sow
potatoes,
nor
barley,
nor
wheat
But
there's
gangs
of
them
diggin'
for
gold
in
the
street
At
least
when
I
asked
them
that's
what
I
was
told
So
I
just
took
a
hand
at
this
diggin'
for
gold
And
for
all
that
I
found
there
I
might
as
well
be
In
the
place
where
the
dark
Mourne
sweep
down
to
the
sea.
There's
beautiful
girls
here,
Oh
never
you
mind
Beautiful
shapes
nature
never
designed
Lovely
complexions
of
roses
and
cream
But
let
me
remark
with
regard
to
the
same
For
if
at
that
those
roses
you
venture
to
sip
The
colours
might
all
come
away
on
your
lips
So
I'll
wait
for
the
wild
rose
that's
waitin'
for
me
In
the
place
where
the
dark
Mourne
sweep
down
to
the
sea.
You
remember
young
Danny
McClarin
of
course
Well
sure,
now,
he's
round
here
with
the
rest
of
the
force
I
saw
him
one
day
as
I
was
crossin'
the
strand
And
he
stopped
the
whole
street
with
a
wave
of
his
hand
And
as
we
stood
talkin'
of
days
that
are
gone
The
whole
town
of
London
stood
there
to
look
on
And
for
all
his
great
powers
he's
wishful
like
me
To
be
back
where
the
dark
Mourne
sweep
down
to
the
sea
And
for
all
his
great
powers
he's
wishful
like
me
To
be
back
where
the
dark
Mourne
sweep
down
to
the
sea
1 Heartland
2 Falling Slowly
3 The Dutchman
4 Black Velvet Band
5 Caledonia
6 Ride On
7 Buchaille on Eirne
8 Noreen
9 The Galway Girl
10 A Place In The Choir
11 Mountains of Mourne
12 Danny Boy
13 Cal/Local Hero
14 Ireland's Call
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