by Christy Moore on album Miscellaneous

True, you ride the finest horse I've ever seen Standing sixteen, one or two, with eyes wild and green You ride the horse so well, hands light to the touch I could never go with you no matter how I wan

by Christy Moore on album Miscellaneous

It was in the year of eighty-eight, in the lovely month of June When the gadflies were swarming and dogs howling at the moon Ah, with rosary beads and sandwiches for Stuttgart we began Joxer packed hi

by Christy Moore on album Listen

]Listen to the whisper of moonlight on the water, Close you're eyes and listen. Listen to the singing of the feather on the breeze, Close you're eyes and listen, Listen, listen to the harmo

by Christy Moore on album Miscellaneous

It was Christmas Eve, babe, in the drunk tank An old man said, "Son, I won't see another one" And then he sang a song, a rare old mountain tune I turned my eyes away and I thought about you I got on

by Christy Moore on album Miscellaneous

At the Arrividerci Roma night club bar and grill Standing in the fiber glass ruin, watching time stand still All your troubles you'll confess To another faceless, backless dress Schnapps, Chianti, Por

by Christy Moore on album Listen

And Rory's gone, To play the blues in heaven. Above the clouds, With all the angels singing there. His records scratched, Like his beaten-up old Fender, But the songs are strong, And the notes ha

by Christy Moore on album Listen

There's Bethlehem and Cheltenham and Lourdes and Limerick Junction The trip to Mejagori come up for the extra motion Good people climb Croagh Patrick with serenity on their faces But Ruby Wals

by Christy Moore on album Miscellaneous

Sonny lives on a farm in a wide open space Take off your shoes stay out of the race Lay down your head on a soft river bed Sonny always remembers the words Mamma says Sonny don't go away, I'm here al

by Christy Moore on album Burning Times

I was 18 when I came to town They called it the summer of love Burning babies, burning flags The hawks against the doves I took a job at the steaming way Down on Caltrim St Fell in love with a laundr

by Christy Moore on album Listen

I was riding the high stool, expandin' and expoundin', On the price of rice in Siera Leone and the height of the beef mountain. As to where did Jack Doyle meet Movita. How many wives did t

by Christy Moore on album Listen

Remember when you were young you shone like the sun shine on you crazy diamond. now theres a look in your eye like black holes in the sky shine on you crazy diamond you were caught in the crossfire

by Christy Moore on album Listen

Silver falls like painted dolls they sit Their endless days now done In fields of fire their hearts retire Dancing the China waltz Their younger years touched by thoughts Their time has surely

by Christy Moore on album Listen

There's an easy place down Gallowgate to the East End of Glasgow It's a ballroom of remembrance and a disco Where the shooting stars light up the fresco Where the last ones and the lovers go

by Sinéad O’Connor on album Miscellaneous

There was a Lord who lived in this land He being a Lord of high degree He left his foot down a ship's board And swore strange countries he would go see He's traveled East and he's traveled West Half

by Christy Moore on album The Time Has Come

Don't forget your shovel If you want to go to work Oh, don't forget your shovel If you want to go to work Don't forget your shovel If you want to go to work Or you'll end up where you came fro

by Christy Moore on album Listen

In the summer of 1832 The sailing ship John Stamp Tied up into the port of Pennsylvania Up the ladder from the cargo deck Poor men and women crept Into the open skies above Dia

by Christy Moore on album Listen

John Spillane I sing The Field I sing The Farm I sing The House my Mother was born In Gortatagort Colomane A green jewel Sewn in a patchwork quilt of fields Between the mountain and the Rive

by Christy Moore on album Live At The Point

For all of our languages, we can't communicate For all of our native tongues, we're all natives here Sons of their fathers dream the same dream The sound of forbidden words becomes a scream

by Christy Moore on album Listen

by Christy Moore on album Listen