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Tribute to Con Greaney
Author: Tony Malone
Location: Carlow town
Tony remembers the visit to the Carlow Singers' club of the great Con Greaney
Tony remembers the visit to the Carlow Singers' club of the great Con Greaney
Green Hills of Rossmore
Author: Seamus Dunne
Singer: Seamus Dunne
Second singer: Fiach Moriarty
Location: Carlow west
Seamus remembers life as a collier and some sights of Rossmore, before having to emigrate when the works closed
Seamus remembers life as a collier and some sights of Rossmore, before having to emigrate when the works closed
Life
Author: Dave Barron
Air: Siun Ui Dhuibhir
LIFE
Farewell to the days of our youth, now long gone bye,
The red sap that pulsed through young limbs now sere and dry;
The hot pulse that throbbed in wild heart and fiery limbs,
Now chilled and faded in time as memory dims.…
Farewell to the days of our youth, now long gone bye,
The red sap that pulsed through young limbs now sere and dry;
The hot pulse that throbbed in wild heart and fiery limbs,
Now chilled and faded in time as memory dims.…
Mother
Author: Dave Barron
Air: May Morning Dew
MOTHER
The bright wind of Springtime brings you to my mind,
Filled with fine promise, all gentle and kind;
Fountain of hope and my bright, guiding star,
Still guiding my life choice from Heaven afar.
The soft breeze of Summer…
The bright wind of Springtime brings you to my mind,
Filled with fine promise, all gentle and kind;
Fountain of hope and my bright, guiding star,
Still guiding my life choice from Heaven afar.
The soft breeze of Summer…
The Secrets of the Stones
Author: Dave Barron
Air: England's Motorway
The druids worshipped golden Fionn five thousand years ago;
They marked his birthday every year in monuments of stone;
And when mid-winter morning sun peeped o’er the rim of gold
It lit the shrine of Newgrange stone right to the very…
They marked his birthday every year in monuments of stone;
And when mid-winter morning sun peeped o’er the rim of gold
It lit the shrine of Newgrange stone right to the very…
The Seasons of Our Years
Author: Dave Barron
Air: Shanagolden
Singer: Mick O'connor
THE SEASONS OF OUR YEARS
Do you remember, darling, the springtime of our years,
The passion, the tensions, the laughter, and some fears?
We planted love together and tended it with care
And we faced into our seasons, uncertain what lay…
Do you remember, darling, the springtime of our years,
The passion, the tensions, the laughter, and some fears?
We planted love together and tended it with care
And we faced into our seasons, uncertain what lay…
ÁR GCULTÚR BEO / OUR LIVING CULTURE
Air: Óro Sé Do Bheatha ‘Bhaile
Author: Dave Barron
CHORUS
Óro, Ár gcultúr gleoite, (our beautiful culture)
Óro, our culture’s growing,
Óro, ár gcultúr beomhar, (our living culture)
Alive, beomhar in Carlow. (well)
They tried to take our culture from us,
Tried to force…
Óro, Ár gcultúr gleoite, (our beautiful culture)
Óro, our culture’s growing,
Óro, ár gcultúr beomhar, (our living culture)
Alive, beomhar in Carlow. (well)
They tried to take our culture from us,
Tried to force…
My Ballinabranna Home
Author : Seamus Dunne
Singer: Seamus Dunne
You may sing about Killarney and the homes of Donegal
But one place is so dear to me, it’s the very best of all.
The place that I return to no matter where I roam,
It’s that little spot in Carlow, It’s my Ballinabranna Home.
When young…
The Demon Inside
Author: Dave Barron
Air: The Wild Rover
The Demon Inside Air: The Wild Rover
Voice 1
I was born with a craving my very first day,
My blood pumped some strange stuff that pushed through my veins;
The doctors did clean it and made me okay
But the demon inside me stayed in me…
Voice 1
I was born with a craving my very first day,
My blood pumped some strange stuff that pushed through my veins;
The doctors did clean it and made me okay
But the demon inside me stayed in me…