YOU WERE BORN INTO THE SIMPLE LIFE
THE FAVORITE SON OF A POOR MAN'S WIFE
GROWIN' UP YOU FELT YOU DIDN'T BELONG
SO YOU LOST YOURSELF IN YOUR SONGS.
YOU HAD YOUR DREAMS; YOU JUST WANTED TO SING
TIRED OF LIVIN' WITH HOLES IN YOUR JEANS.
YOU HIT THE CITY WITH CLOTHES IN A SACK
AND YOU NEVER EVEN LOOKED BACK.
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AND YOU LEFT EVERYBODY BEHIND
CAUSE YOU NEVER HAD TIME TO STOP.
THEN YOU WAKE UP SOMETIME ONLY TO FIND
YOU'RE ALL ALONE, ALL ALONE,
ALL ALONE AT THE TOP
COME ALL YE FAIR & TENDER LADIES, (traditional) (on a Legacy
of Herbs)
TAKE WARNING HOW YOU COURT YOUNG MEN
THEY'RE LIKE THE STARS ON A SUMMER MORNING
FIRST THEY APPEAR, AND THEN THEY'RE GONE.
THEY'LL TELL TO YOU SOME LOVELY STORY
DECLARE TO YOU THAT THEY'RE MOST TRUE
THEN STRAIGHTWAY GO AN' LOVE ANOTHER
THAT SHOWS THE LOVE THEY HAD FOR YOU.
IF I HAD KNOWN BEFORE I COURTED?
HOW A YOUNG MAN SO SWEETLY LIES,
I'D RATHER BE IN A DEEP, DARK HOLLOW,
AND THERE I'D HANG MY HEAD & CRY.
I WISH I WERE A TINY SPARROW
AND I HAD WINGS AND I COULD FLY
I'D FLY TO THE ARMS OF MY FALSE LOVER
AN' WHAT HE'D ASK, I WOULD DENY.
OH, LOVE IS HANDSOME, LOVE IS CHARMING
AND LOVE IS PRETTY WHILE IT'S NEW
BUT LOVE GROWS COLD AS LOVE GROWS OLD
AND FADES AWAY LIKE MORNING DEW.
REPEAT FIRST VERSE.
MONDAY MORNING (traditional) (on Shamrock Dreams)
EARLY ONE MORNING, ONE MORNING IN SPRING,
I HEARD THE BIRDS WHISTLE, THE NIGHTENGALE SING.
I MET A YOUNG MAIDEN WHO SWEETLY DID SING,
I'M GOING TO BE MARRIED NEXT MONDAY MORNING.
HOW OLD ARE YOU, MY FAIR YOUNG MAID?
HERE IN THIS VALLEY, THIS VALLEY SO GREEN,
HOW OLD ARE YOU, MY FAIR PRETTY MAID?
I'M GOING TO BE SIXTEEN NEXT MONDAY MORNING.
WELL, SIXTEEN YEARS OLD, THAT'S TOO YOUNG FOR TO MARRY.
WHY NOT TAKE MY ADVICE, FIVE YEARS LONGER TO TARRY
FOR MARRIAGE BRINGS TROUBLES AND HEARTACHES BEGIN,
SO PUT OFF YOUR WEDDING FOR MONDAY MORNING.
YOU TALK LIKE A MADMAN--A MAN WITH NO SKILL.
TWO YEARS I'VE BEEN WAITING AGAINST MY OWN WILL
AND NOW I'M DETERMINED TO HAVE MY OWN WAY
AND I'M GOING TO BE MARRIED NEXT MONDAY MORNING.
NEXT MONDAY MORN, THE BELLS THEY WILL RING.
MY TRUE LOVE WILL BUY ME A GAY, GOLDEN RING.
ALSO, HE'LL BUY ME A NEW, PRETTY GOWN
TO WEAR AT MY WEDDING NEXT MONDAY MORNING.
AND NEXT MONDAY NIGHT, WHEN I GO TO MY BED
AND I TURN ROUND TO THE MAN THAT I'VE WED,
AROUND HIS MIDDLE MY TWO ARMS I WILL FLING,
AND I WISH TO MY SOUL, IT WAS MONDAY MORNING
My Way Home, Raymond Creasy and John Paul Daniel (on Blind
Fiddler)
copyright 1995
1. The night is cold and the road is long
And the white lines are just a blur.
With every mile that passes by
You know I’m thinking of her.
2. Rambling around’s had its ups and downs
And I’m lucky just to be alive.
When I see her again I’ll make amends
For all her lonely nights.
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I’ve got my dreams and this life on the road.
The music’s deep in my heart and soul.
I’m gonna find some real peace of mind,
When I find my way home.
3. Though I bear the scars of your cheap motels and bars
And a thousand one night stands,
Things will be alright when I get home tonight
And she take a hold of my hand.
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The sands of time have blown around my mind.
Secrets of this life have unfolded.
I’m gonna find some real peace of mind,
When I find my way home.
Not Part of the Show, Raymond Creasy (on Blind Fiddler)
copyright 1995
1. Another one night stand for the one man band
In the bar across the way,
As I sit in my room tonight I can hear him as he plays.
He sings about love and he sings about pain
In a voice so clear above the rain.
And he opens up his heart to the world,
And he sings about the love of a girl.
2. Then I realize what it means, he’s singing about you,
He’s singing about me.
In his own way, he tells about days long since gone away.
Then someone in the crowd starts to laugh.
Oh, how long can it last, oh, how long can it last?
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And they want him to sing them his songs
And tell them where it all went wrong.
But are they ever gonna know,
It’s not just a part of the show.
3. The crowd gets loud; it’s hard to hear him now,
His voice is mixed with the rain.
But somehow I know that’s the way it’s supposed to be.
In my mind I still hear the tune
As I cross the street he sings the blues
To people who don’t even understand,
They’re just thinking about the drink that’s in their hand.
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THE STAR OF THE COUNTY DOWN (traditional) (on Shamrock Dreams)
UP IN BAINBRIDGE TOWN, AT THE COUNTY DOWN
ONE MORNING LAST JULY
DOWN THE BOREEN GREEN, CAME A SWEET COLLEEN
AND SHE SMILED AS SHE PASSED ME BY.
SHE LOOKED SO SWEET FROM HER TWO BARE FEET
TO THE CROWN OF HER NUT BROWN HAIR.
SOME WINSOME ELF, HAD TO PINCH MYSELF
TO BE SURE I WAS REALLY THERE.
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FROM BANTRY BAY TO THE DERRY QUAY
AND FROM GALWAY TO DUBLIN TOWN
NO MAID I'VE SEEN LIKE THE BROWN COLLEEN
THAT I MET AT THE COUNTY DOWN.
AND AS ONWARD SHE SPED, I SCRATCHED ME HEAD
AND LOOKED ON WITH FEELIN' RARE.
AND I SAID, SAYS I, TO SOME PASSERBY
WHO'S THE MAID WITH THE NUT BROWN HAIR.
HE SMILED AT ME AND HE SAID, SAYS HE
THAT'S THE GEM OF OLD IRELAND'S CROWN.
YOUNG ROSIE MCCANN FROM THE BANKS OF THE BANN
SHE'S THE STAR OF THE COUNTY DOWN.
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AND AT HARVEST FAIRE SHE'LL BE SURELY THERE
AND I'LL DRESS IN ME SUNDAY CLOTHES
WITH ME SHOES SHINED BRIGHT AND ME HAT COCKED RIGHT
FOR A SMILE FROM THE NUT BROWN ROSE.
NO PIPE I'LL SMOKE, NO OX I'LL YOKE
TILL ME PLOW IS A RUST COLORED BROWN
TILL SMILING BRIGHT BY ME OWN FIRELIGHT
SITS THE STAR OF THE COUNTY DOWN.
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