Killybegs Lyrics
| Song | Killybegs |
| Artist | The Chieftains |
| Album | Another Country |
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| 作词 : Ibbotson, Moloney | |
| My heart was warm with family love, as I slipped into a chair | |
| Beside my Uncle John my daughters 'cross the table there | |
| I'd walked the docks in misty rain; a pain was in my legs | |
| But I'd seen the dream of kinsmen in the boats of Killybegs | |
| The ban'er of my Uncle and my daughters filled the air | |
| And the Donegalers next to us were glad that we were there | |
| I was kind of quite listening out the window ledge | |
| For the music of the harbour, the birds of Killybegs | |
| Down the coast not far was Galway, planned the joys from Connemara | |
| After supper and a sleep, we would be going there tomorra' | |
| I worried if my words would ere be sung by Irishmen | |
| Or rot here on the docks, like the fish of Killybegs | |
| A radio was playin' though we never heard a word | |
| For the rhythm of the music was familiar if absurd | |
| A hearkening intensity for silence did I beg | |
| Oh what a song was playing in the air of Killybegs | |
| I couldn't quite believe it for it sounded rather strange | |
| The instruments were different and the key had been changed | |
| I reached to turn the volume up, then teeter on my leg | |
| A girl from Tipperary sang my song in Killybegs |
| zuo ci : Ibbotson, Moloney | |
| My heart was warm with family love, as I slipped into a chair | |
| Beside my Uncle John my daughters ' cross the table there | |
| I' d walked the docks in misty rain a pain was in my legs | |
| But I' d seen the dream of kinsmen in the boats of Killybegs | |
| The ban' er of my Uncle and my daughters filled the air | |
| And the Donegalers next to us were glad that we were there | |
| I was kind of quite listening out the window ledge | |
| For the music of the harbour, the birds of Killybegs | |
| Down the coast not far was Galway, planned the joys from Connemara | |
| After supper and a sleep, we would be going there tomorra' | |
| I worried if my words would ere be sung by Irishmen | |
| Or rot here on the docks, like the fish of Killybegs | |
| A radio was playin' though we never heard a word | |
| For the rhythm of the music was familiar if absurd | |
| A hearkening intensity for silence did I beg | |
| Oh what a song was playing in the air of Killybegs | |
| I couldn' t quite believe it for it sounded rather strange | |
| The instruments were different and the key had been changed | |
| I reached to turn the volume up, then teeter on my leg | |
| A girl from Tipperary sang my song in Killybegs |
| zuò cí : Ibbotson, Moloney | |
| My heart was warm with family love, as I slipped into a chair | |
| Beside my Uncle John my daughters ' cross the table there | |
| I' d walked the docks in misty rain a pain was in my legs | |
| But I' d seen the dream of kinsmen in the boats of Killybegs | |
| The ban' er of my Uncle and my daughters filled the air | |
| And the Donegalers next to us were glad that we were there | |
| I was kind of quite listening out the window ledge | |
| For the music of the harbour, the birds of Killybegs | |
| Down the coast not far was Galway, planned the joys from Connemara | |
| After supper and a sleep, we would be going there tomorra' | |
| I worried if my words would ere be sung by Irishmen | |
| Or rot here on the docks, like the fish of Killybegs | |
| A radio was playin' though we never heard a word | |
| For the rhythm of the music was familiar if absurd | |
| A hearkening intensity for silence did I beg | |
| Oh what a song was playing in the air of Killybegs | |
| I couldn' t quite believe it for it sounded rather strange | |
| The instruments were different and the key had been changed | |
| I reached to turn the volume up, then teeter on my leg | |
| A girl from Tipperary sang my song in Killybegs |
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