paroles de chanson Irish Medley: Forty Shades of Green/Galway Bay/On the Banks of My Own Lovely Lee/The Fields of Athenry/Mountains of Mourne/When Irish Eyes Are Smiling/Isle of Innisfree/Rare Ould Times/Green Grass of A - Susan McCann

I close my eyes and picture
The emerald of the sea
From the fishing boats at Dingle
To the shores of Donaghadee

I miss the river Shannon
And the folks at Skibbereen
The moorlands and the meadows
And there's forty shades of green

But most of all I miss a boy
In Tipperary town
And most of all I miss his lips
As soft as eiderdown

Again I want to see and do
The things we've done and seen
Where the breeze is sweet as Shalimar
And there's forty shades of green

If you ever go across the sea to Ireland
It maybe at the closing of the day
Just to sit and watch the moon rise over Claddagh
And watch the sun go down on Galway Bay

Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream
The women in the meadows making hay
Just to sit beside a turf fire in the cabin
And watch the sun go down on Galway Bay

How oft do my thoughts in their fancy take flight
To the home of my childhood away
To the days when each patriot's vision seem'd bright
Ere I dreamed that my joys should decay.

When my heart was as light as the wild winds that blow
Down the Mardyke through each elm tree
Where I sported and play'd 'neath the green leafy shade
On the banks of my own lovely Lee.

Where I sported and play'd 'neath the green leafy shade
On the banks of my own lovely Lee.

By a lonely prison wall
I heard a young girl calling
Micheal they are taking you away
'Cause you stole Trevelyn's corn
So the young might see the morn.
Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay.

Low lie the Fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly.
Our love was on the wing, with dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely 'round the Fields of Athenry.

Oh Mary this London's a wonderful sight
Where the people are 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 in this diggin' for gold
But for all these places I might as well be
For the mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea.

When Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, 'tis like the morn in Spring.
In the lilt of Irish laughter
You can hear the angels sing.
When Irish hearts are happy,
All the world seems bright and gay.
And when Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, they steal your heart away.

I've met some folks who say that I'm a dreamer,
And there's no doubt there's truth in what they say,
'Cause sure a body's bound to be a dreamer,
When all the things he loves are far away.

But dreams don't last
Though dreams are not forgotten
And soon I'm back to stern reality.
Although they pave the footpaths here with gold dust,
I still would choose the Isle of Inisfree.

Raised on songs & stories, heroes of renown
The passing tales & glories that once was Dublin town
The hallowed halls & houses, the haunting childrens' rhymes
That once was heart of Dublin in the rare ould times

Ring a ring a rosie, as the light declines
I remember Dublin city in the rare ould times

Far across yonder blue lies a true fairy land
With the sea rippling over the shingle and sand
Where the gay honeysuckle is luring the bee
And the green glens of Antrim are calling to me

And the pale moon was rising above the green mountain,
The sun was declining beneath the blue sea;
As I strayed with my love to the pure crystal fountain,
That stands in the beautiful vale of Tralee.

She was lovely and fair like the rose of the summer,
Yet 'twas not her beauty alone that won me;
Oh no, 'twas the truth in her eyes ever dawning,
That made me love Mary, the rose of Tralee.

But again I want to see and do
The things we've done and seen
Where the breeze is sweet as Shalimar
And there's forty shades of green.
Where the breeze is sweet as Shalimar
And there's forty shades of green.