Here, making each day of the year Changing my life with a wave of her hand Nobody can deny that there's something there There running my hands through
Let Italy boast of her gay gilded waters Her vines and her bowers and her soft sunny skies Her sons drinking love from the eyes of her daughters Where
track on this album, is from a tape recording of my Dad, made in the Cabin Bar in Glasgow, Scotland on August 31, 1957. --John McDermott
These are the thoughts of a father On the wedding day of his daughter As his mind wanders back to the first time he held her He looks at her now, the
Now when I was a young man and I carried my pack And I lived the free life of the Rover From the Murray's green basin to the dusty out back I waltzed
Amazing grace! how sweet the sound, That saved a wretch like me! I once was lost but know am found, Was blind but know I see "twas grace that taught
Ave maria gratia plena Maria gratia plena Maria gratia plena Ave, ave dominus Dominus tecum Benedicta tu in mulieribus Et benedictus Et benedictus frutus
Barbara allan to bill and anne mulloy of calgary, alberta It was in and about the martinmas time When the green leaves were a fallin' That sir john graeme
Believe me if all those endearing young charms : to my mother Beleive me if all those endearing young charms Which I gave on so fondly today Were to
Bluebells of scotland : to nat the cat, minnie and alec O where tell me where has your heelin' laddie gone? O where tell me where has your heelin' laddie
Annie laurie: to agnieszka Maxwellton braes are bonnies where early fa's the dew And it's there that annie laurie gied me her promise true Gied me her
By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes, Where the sun shines bright on loch lomon' Where me and my true love will never meet again On the bonnie,
How can I go on When I know I gave it all Have I given too much? Something inside your heart is pushing me aside And it seems so on you baby But it's
The christmas season here at last I wish you peace and joy I'll sing this song of times long gone And pray you will enjoy For the fondest memories I recall
Should auld acquaintance be forgot And never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days o' auld lang syne? For auld lang syne,
Ohh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen and down the mountainside The summer's gone and all the roses falling 'Tis you, 'tis
Song For The Mira Out on the Mira one warm afternoon Old men go fishing with black line and spoon And if they catch nothing they never complain I wish
Ye banks and braes o' Bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair? How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I'm sae weary, fu' o' care! Ye'll break
