Dolores Keane все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

I don't know if you can see
the changes that have come over me
and these past few days I've been afraid
that I might drift away
I've been telling old stories, singing songs
that make me think about where I come from
and thats the reason why I seem
so far away today

Sweetheart, I'm bidding you fond farewell
I would be yours some day
I'm bound for a new land, my fortune to try
And I'm ready to sail away

Far away in Australia
Soon will fate be kind
And I will be ready to welcome at last

[D] It's far away I [G] am to [D] day
From scenes I roamed a boy
[A] And long ago the [G] hour, I know
I first saw [A] Illinois
But time not tide, not [D] waters [G] wide,
Can wean my [A] heart a [D] way
For ever true it [G] flies to [D] you
My own dear [G] Galway [D] Bay

You'll never be the sun turning in the sky
And you won't be the moon above us on the moonlit night
And you won't be the stars in heaven although they burn so bright
But even on the deepest ocean you will be the light

You may not always shine as you go barefoot over stones
You might be so long together or you might walk alone
And you'll find that love comes easy

I've been too long away from your lovin'
Too long with my back too the wall
I've been to some far away places
With nothing to show for it all.

I've been to their sights and show cases
I've been through their strong city halls
Men with black suits and no faces

Down the Buckney den the burn crashes brown from
The Autumn spate
The spreading hazels rustle as they bend and sway
As they laden wait
My fathers they have walked this road
And now I know
And yes didn't they know
There is no great and heavy load

In the shade of this old tree, in the summer of my dreams,
By the tall grass, by the wild rose, where the trees dance and the wind blows,
As the days go oh so slowly, as the sun shines oh so holy on the good and gracious green,
In the summer of my dreams.

By the banks of this old stream, in the summer of my dreams,
By the deep pool where the fish wait for the old fool with the wrong bait,
There's a field of purple clover, there's a small cloud passing over, and then the rain comes washing clean,