paroles de chanson Carrickfergus - The Chieftains , Van Morrison
                                                    I 
                                                wished 
                                                    I 
                                                had 
                                                you 
                                                in 
                                                Carrickfergus,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Only 
                                                for 
                                                nights 
                                                in 
                                                Ballygrand,
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                would 
                                                swim 
                                                over 
                                                the 
                                                deepest 
                                                ocean,
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                deepest 
                                                ocean 
                                                to 
                                                be 
                                                by 
                                                your 
                                                side.
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                the 
                                                sea 
                                                is 
                                                wide 
                                                and 
                                                    I 
                                                can't 
                                                swim 
                                                over
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                neither 
                                                have 
                                                    I 
                                                wings 
                                                to 
                                                fly.
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                wish 
                                                    I 
                                                could 
                                                find 
                                                me 
                                                    a 
                                                handy 
                                                boatman
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                ferry 
                                                me 
                                                over 
                                                to 
                                                my 
                                                love 
                                                and 
                                                die.
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                childhood 
                                                days 
                                                bring 
                                                back 
                                                sad 
                                                reflections
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                happy 
                                                days 
                                                so 
                                                long 
                                                ago.
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                boyhood 
                                                friends 
                                                and 
                                                my 
                                                own 
                                                relations.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Have 
                                                all 
                                                passed 
                                                on 
                                                like 
                                                the 
                                                melting 
                                                snow.
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                I'll 
                                                spend 
                                                my 
                                                days 
                                                in 
                                                endless 
                                                roving,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Soft 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                grass 
                                                and 
                                                my 
                                                bed 
                                                is 
                                                free.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh 
                                                to 
                                                be 
                                                home 
                                                now 
                                                in 
                                                Carrickfergus,
 
                                    
                                
                                                On 
                                                the 
                                                long 
                                                road 
                                                down 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                salty 
                                                sea.
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                in 
                                                Kilkenny 
                                                it 
                                                is 
                                                reported
 
                                    
                                
                                                On 
                                                marble 
                                                stone 
                                                there 
                                                as 
                                                black 
                                                as 
                                                ink,
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                gold 
                                                and 
                                                silver 
                                                    I 
                                                did 
                                                support 
                                                her
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                I'll 
                                                sing 
                                                no 
                                                more 
                                                now 
                                                till 
                                                    I 
                                                get 
                                                    a 
                                                drink.
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                drunk 
                                                today 
                                                and 
                                                I'm 
                                                rarely 
                                                sober,
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                handsome 
                                                rover 
                                                from 
                                                town 
                                                to 
                                                town.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh 
                                                but 
                                                    I 
                                                am 
                                                sick 
                                                now 
                                                and 
                                                my 
                                                days 
                                                are 
                                                numbered
 
                                    
                                
                                                Come 
                                                all 
                                                ye 
                                                young 
                                                men 
                                                and 
                                                lay 
                                                me 
                                                down
 
                                    
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