The Corrs - Spancil Hill歌词
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Phil Coulter
Last night as I lay dreaming
of pleasant days gone by,
My mind being bent on rambling
to Ireland I did fly,
I stepped on board a vision
and followed with the wind,
Till next I came to anchor
at the cross near Spancill Hill.
IT'was on the 23rd June
the day before the fair,
When lreland's sons and daughters and friends
assembled there,
The young ,the old, the brave, the bold
came their duty to fill,
At the parish church at Cluney
just a mile from Spancill Hill.
I went to see my neighbors to hear
what they might say,
The old ones were all dead and gone
the young one's turning grey,
I met the tailor Quigley,
he's bold as ever still,
Sure he used to mend my britches when
I lived at Spancill Hill.
I paid a flying visit to
my first and only love,
She's fair as any lily
and gentle as a dove,
She threw her arms around me
saying "Johnny I love you still",
She was Meg the farmers daughter
and the pride of Spancill Hill.
She was Meg the farmers daughter
Phil Coulter
Last night as I lay dreaming
of pleasant days gone by,
My mind being bent on rambling
to Ireland I did fly,
I stepped on board a vision
and followed with the wind,
Till next I came to anchor
at the cross near Spancill Hill.
IT'was on the 23rd June
the day before the fair,
When lreland's sons and daughters and friends
assembled there,
The young ,the old, the brave, the bold
came their duty to fill,
At the parish church at Cluney
just a mile from Spancill Hill.
I went to see my neighbors to hear
what they might say,
The old ones were all dead and gone
the young one's turning grey,
I met the tailor Quigley,
he's bold as ever still,
Sure he used to mend my britches when
I lived at Spancill Hill.
I paid a flying visit to
my first and only love,
She's fair as any lily
and gentle as a dove,
She threw her arms around me
saying "Johnny I love you still",
She was Meg the farmers daughter
and the pride of Spancill Hill.
She was Meg the farmers daughter
Spancil HillLRC歌词
下载《Spancil HillLRC歌词》[ti:]Spancil Hill [ar:]Phil Coulter [al:] [by:] [00:32.11]Last night as I lay dreaming [00:36.56]of pleasant days gone by, [00:41.49]My mind being bent on rambling [00:45.89]to Ireland I did fly, [00:50.68]I stepped on board a vision [00:54.97]and followed with the wind, [00:59.85]Till next I came to anchor [01:04.03]at the cross near Spancill Hill. [01:12.02]IT'was on the 23rd June [01:16.28]the day before the fair, [01:20.90]When lreland's sons and daughters and friends [01:25.62]assembled there, [01:29.88]The young ,the old, the brave, the bold [01:34.70]came their duty to fill, [01:38.86]At the parish church at Cluney [01:43.35]just a mile from Spancill Hill. [01:50.49]I went to see my neighbors to hear [01:55.34]what they might say, [01:59.33]The old ones were all dead and gone [02:04.05]the young one's turning grey, [02:09.31]I met the tailor Quigley, [02:13.30]he's bold as ever still, [02:17.76]Sure he used to mend my britches when [02:22.43]I lived at Spancill Hill. [02:29.60]I paid a flying visit to [02:33.75]my first and only love, [02:38.22]She's fair as any lily [02:42.63]and gentle as a dove, [02:47.28]She threw her arms around me [02:51.83]saying "Johnny I love you still", [02:56.27]She was Meg the farmers daughter [03:00.57]and the pride of Spancill Hill. [03:13.57]She was Meg the farmers daughter [03:21.26]and the pride of Spancill Hill.