Renowned guitar virtuoso Bobby Fisher put together this lively collection of contemporary music for prayer and liturgy. Offering meaningful texts set to singable. Command, Possess and Claim: The Collection By Opal Carew. Three unforgettable billionaire romances together for the first time in the complete His to
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Songs & Lyrics : Bobby Sands Trust Print This Page. Bobby Sands center with guitar. Back Home In Derry.
The Rhythm of Time. Mc. Ilhatton. Song For Marcella. Forever In My Mind. Ninety Miles From Dublin.
No time for Love. On The Blanket. Take Me Home To Mayo. The Armagh Women. The Boy From Tamlaghtduff.
The People’s Own MPThe Time Has Come. The H- Block Song. The Ballad of Joe Mc. Donnell. Bobby Sands MPA Sad Song for Susie. The Ballad of Mairead Farrell. The Ballad of Bobby Sands.
The Roll of Honour. The Men Behind The Wire. Only Our Rivers Run Free. Our Lads In Crumlin Jail. James Connolly. Kevin Barry.
Four Green Fields. The Auld Triangle. Bobby. Bobby Sands. Bobby In The Wire. International Songs of Struggle.
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Script enabled in your browser. In 1. 80. 3 we sailed out to sea. Out from the sweet town of Derry. For Australia bound if we didn’t all drown.
And the marks of our fetters we carried. In the rusty iron chains we sighed for our wains. As our good wives we left in sorrow. As the mainsails unfurled our curses we hurled. On the English and thoughts of tomorrow.
Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry. Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry.
I cursed them to hell as our bow fought the swell. Our ship danced like a moth in the firelights. White horses rode high as the devil passed by. Taking souls to Hades by twilight. Five weeks out to sea we were now forty- three. Our comrades we buried each morning. In our own slime we were lost in a time.
Endless night without dawning. Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry.
Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry. Van Dieman’s land is a hell for a man.
To live out his life in slavery. When the climate is raw and the gun makes the law. Neither wind nor rain cares for bravery. Twenty years have gone by and I’ve ended me bond. And comrades’ ghosts are behind me. Como Crackear Global Mapper 10 here. A rebel I came and I’ll die the same.
On the cold winds of night you will find me. Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry. Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry. Return to song list.
The Rhythm of Time– by Damien Dempsey, words by Bobby Sands. Audio clip: Adobe Flash Player (version 9 or above) is required to play this audio clip. Download the latest version here.
You also need to have Java. Script enabled in your browser. There’s an inner thing in every man,Do you know this thing my friend? It has withstood the blows of a million years,And will do so to the end. It was born when time did not exist,And it grew up out of life,It cut down evil’s strangling vines,Like a slashing searing knife.
It lit fires when fires were not,And burnt the mind of man,Tempering leadened hearts to steel,From the time that time began. It wept by the waters of Babylon,And when all men were a loss,It screeched in writhing agony,And it hung bleeding from the Cross.
It died in Rome by lion and sword,And in defiant cruel array,When the deathly word was . Download the latest version here. You also need to have Java. Script enabled in your browser. In Glenravel’s Glen there lives a man whom some would call a god. For he could cure your shakes with a bottle of his stuff would cost you thirty bob. Come winter, summer, frost all over, a jiggin’ Spring on the breeze.
In the dead of night a man steps by, “Mc. Ilhatton, if you please”Mc. Ilhatton, you blurt, we need you, cry a million shaking men. Where are your sacks of barley, will your likes be seen again? Here’s a jig to the man and a reel to the drop and a swing to the girl he loves. May your fiddle play and poit. Download the latest version here.
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Doesn’t seem quite so long ago,The last time that I saw you,Ain’t it funny how the memories grow,They always fold around you,They tried to break you in a living hell,But they couldn’t find a way,So they killed you in a H- Block cell,And hoped that all would turn away,Thought that your spirit couldn’t rise again. But it dared to prove them wrong,And in death you tore away the chains,And let the world hear Freedom’s Song.
Yet the heartache and pain linger on,They’re still here though its so long since you have gone,But we’re stronger now you showed us how,How freedom fight can be won.