CELTIC THUNDER – You’ve Got A Friend In Me

You’ve got a friend in me
You’ve got a friend in me

When the road looks rough ahead
And you’re miles and miles from your nice warm bed
You just remember what your old pal said
Boy, you’ve got a friend in me
Yeah, you’ve got a friend in me

You’ve got a friend in me
You’ve got a friend in me

You’ve got troubles, well, I’ve got ‘em too
There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you
We stick together and we see it through
‘Cause you’ve got a friend in me
Yeah, you’ve got a friend in me

Some other folks might be a little bit smarter than I am
Bigger and stronger, too, maybe
But none of them will ever love you
The way I do.
It’s me and you, boy!

And as the years go by
Our friendship will never die
You’re gonna see
It’s our destiny
You’ve got a friend in me

Oh boy!
Yeah, you’ve got a friend in me

That’s right!
Yeah, you’ve got a friend in me

CELTIC THUNDER – To Where You Are

Who can say for certain
Maybe you’re still here
I feel you all around me
Your memory’s so clear

Deep in the stillness
I can hear you speak
You’re still an inspiration
Can it be
That you are mine
Forever love
And you are watching over me from up above

Fly me up to where you are
Beyond the distant star
I wish upon tonight
To see you smile
If only for awhile to know you’re there
A breath away’s not far
To where you are

Are you gently sleeping
Here inside my dream
And isn’t faith believing
All power can’t be seen

As my heart holds you
Just one beat away
I cherish all you gave me everyday

‘Cause you are my
Forever love
Watching me from up above
And I believe
That angels breathe
And that love will live on and never leave

Fly me up
To where you are
Beyond the distant star
I wish upon tonight
To see you smile
If only for awhile
To know you’re there
A breath away’s not far
To where you are

I know you’re there
A breath away’s not far
To where you are

CELTIC THUNDER – The Galway Girl

Well, I took a stroll on the old long walk
Of a day -I-ay-I-ay
I met a little girl and we stopped to talk
Of a fine soft day -I-ay-I-ay
And I ask you, friend, what’s a fella to do
‘Cause her hair was black and her eyes were blue
And I knew right then I’d be takin’ a whirl
‘Round the Salthill Prom with a Galway girl

We were halfway there when the rain came down
Of a day -I-ay-I-ay
And she asked me up to her flat downtown
Of a fine soft day -I-ay-I-ay
And I ask you, friend, what’s a fella to do
‘Cause her hair was black and her eyes were blue
So I took her hand and I gave her a twirl
And I lost my heart to a Galway girl

When I woke up I was all alone
With a broken heart and a ticket home
And I ask you now, tell me what would you do
If her hair was black and her eyes were blue
I’ve traveled around I’ve been all over this world
Boys I ain’t never seen nothin’ like a Galway girl

CELTIC THUNDER – Song For The Mira

Out on the Mira on warm afternoons
Old men go fishing with black line and spoons
And if they catch nothing they’ll never complain
I wish I was with them again.

As boys in the boats call to girls on the shore
Teasing the ones that they dearly adore
And into the evening the courting begins
I wish I was with them again.

[Chorus:]
Can you imagine a piece of the universe
More fit for princes and kings?
I’ll trade you ten of your cities
For Marion Bridge and the pleasure it brings

Out on the Mira on soft summer nights
Bonfires blaze to the children’s delight
They dance ’round the flames singing songs with their friends
I wish I was with them again

And over the ashes the stories are told
Of witches and werewolves and Oak Island gold
The stars on the river they sparkle and spin
I wish I was with them again

[Chorus]
Can you imagine a piece of the universe
More fit for princes and kings?
I’ll trade you ten of your cities
For Marion Bridge and the pleasure it brings

Out on the Mira the people are kind
They’ll treat you to home-brew and help you unwind
And if you come broken you’ll see that you mend
I wish I was with them again

Now I’ll conclude with a wish you go well
Sweet be your dreams, and your happiness swell
I’ll leave you here, for my journey begins
I’m going to be with them again.
I’m going to be with them again.

CELTIC THUNDER – Somewhere Over The Rainbow

Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high
There’s a land that I’ve heard of
Once in a lullaby

Somewhere over the rainbow
Skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true

Someday I’ll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops
That’s where you’ll find me

Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow
Why then, oh, why can’t I?

If happy little bluebirds fly
Beyond the rainbow
Why, oh, why can’t I?

CELTIC THUNDER – She’s Always A Woman

She can kill with a smile
She can wound with her eyes
She can ruin your faith with her casual lies
And she only reveals what she wants you to see
She hides like a child,
But she’s always a woman to me

She can lead you to love
She can take you or leave you
She can ask for the truth
But she’ll never believe you
And she’ll take what you give her, as long as it’s free
Yeah, she steals like a thief
But she’s always a woman to me

Oh, she takes care of herself
She can wait if she wants
She’s ahead of her time
Oh, and she never gives out
And she never gives in
She just changes her mind

And she’ll promise you more
Than the Garden of Eden
Then she’ll carelessly cut you
And laugh while you’re bleedin’
But she’ll bring out the best
And the worst you can be
Blame it all on yourself
Cause she’s always a woman to me

Oh, she takes care of herself
She can wait if she wants
She’s ahead of her time
Oh, and she never gives out
And she never gives in
She just changes her mind

She is frequently kind
And she’s suddenly cruel
She can do as she pleases
She’s nobody’s fool
But she can’t be convicted
She’s earned her degree
And the most she will do
Is throw shadows at you
But she’s always a woman to me

CELTIC THUNDER – Seven Drunken Nights

As I went home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: “Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be?”

“Ah, you’re drunk,
You’re drunk, you silly old fool,
Still you can not see
That’s a lovely sow that me mother sent to me.”
“It’s many a day I’ve travelled a hundred miles or more
But a saddle on a sow sure I never saw before.”

And as I went home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a coat behind the door where my old coat should be
So I called me wife and I said to her: “Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be?”

“Ah, you’re drunk,
You’re drunk, you silly old fool,
Still you can not see
That’s a woollen blanket that me mother sent to me.”
“It’s many a day I’ve travelled a hundred miles or more
But buttons in a blanket sure I never saw before.”

As I went home on Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be
So I called his wife and I said to her: “Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be?”

“Ah, you’re drunk,
You’re drunk, you silly old fool,
Still you can not see
That’s a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me.”
“It’s many a day I’ve travelled a hundred miles or more
But tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never saw before.”

And as I came home on a Thursday? …Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be
I-I-I saw two boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be
Well, I called me wife and I says to her: “Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be?”

“Ah, you’re drunk,
You’re drunk, you silly old fool,
Still you can not see
They’re two lovely geranium pots me mother sent to me.”
“Well, it’s many a day I’ve travelled a hundred miles or more
But laces in geranium pots I never saw before.”

Well, as I went home on Friday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a head upon the bed where my bald head should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: “Would you kindly tell to me
Who owns that head upon the bed where my old head should be?”

“Ah, you’re drunk,
You’re drunk, you silly old fool,
Still you can not see
That’s a baby boy that me mother sent to me.”
“Well, it’s many a day I’ve travelled a hundred miles or more
But a baby boy with his whiskers on sure I never saw before.”

“Ah, you’re drunk,
You’re drunk, you silly old fool,
Still you can not see
That’s a baby boy that me mother sent to me.”
“Well, it’s many a day I’ve travelled a hundred miles or more
But a baby boy with his whiskers on sure I never saw before.”

“But a baby boy with his whiskers on sure I never saw before.”

CELTIC THUNDER – Scorn Not His Simplicity

See the child
With the golden hair
Yet eyes that show the emptiness inside
Do we know
Can we understand just how he feels
Or have we really tried
See him now
As he stands alone
And watches children play a children’s game
Simple child
He looks almost like the others
Yet they know he’s not the same
Scorn not his simplicity
But rather try to love him all the more
Scorn not his simplicity
Oh no
Oh no
See him stare
Not recognizing the kind face
That only yesterday he loved
The loving face
Of a mother who can’t understand
what she’s been guilty of
How she cried, tears of happiness
the day the doctor told her it’s a boy
Now she cries tears of helplessness
and thinks of all the things he can’t enjoy
Scorn not his simplicity
But rather try to love him all the more
Scorn not his simplicity
Oh no
Oh no
Only he knows how to face the future hopefully
Surrounded by despair
He won’t ask for your pity or your sympathy
But surely you should care
Scorn not his simplicity
But rather try to love him all the more
Scorn not his simplicity
Oh no
Oh no
Oh no

CELTIC THUNDER – Past The Point Of Rescue

Last night I dreamed you were back again
Larger than life again, holding me tight again
Placing those same kisses on my brow
Sweeter than ever now;
Lord, I remember how
Couldn’t get enough of kissing;
do you know how much you’re missing
No, you don’t, but I do

The days like a slow train trickle by
And even the words that I write refuse to fly
All I can hear is your song haunting me
Can’t get the melody out of my head, you see
Distractions are amusing; do you know how much you’re losing
No, you don’t, but I do

But I do, and I wonder if I’m past the point of rescue
Is no word from you at all the best that you can do
I never meant to push or shove you;
do you know how much I love you
No, you don’t, but I do

I never meant to push or shove you;
do you know how much I love you
No, you don’t, but I do

I swore I’d never fall like this again
Fools like me never win;
I came to my knees again
I can’t close the door on likelihood
Things might be just as good;
always knew they would
Gotta let your love invite me;
girl, do you think it might be just as good
No, you don’t, but I do

Oh, but I do, and I wonder if I’m past the point of rescue
Is no word from you at all the best that you can do
I never meant to push or shove you;
do you know how much I love you
No, you don’t, but I do

I do
I do
I do

CELTIC THUNDER – Moondance

Well, it’s a marvelous night for a moondance
With the stars up above in your eyes
A fantabulous night to make romance
‘Neath the cover of October skies

And all the leaves on the trees are fallin’
To the sound of the breezes that blow
An’ I’m trying to please to the callin’
Of your heartstrings that play soft and low

And all the night’s magic seems to whisper and hush
And all the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush
Can I just have one more moondance with you, my love?
Can I just make some more romance with you, my love?

Well, I wanna make love to you tonight
I can’t wait ’til the morning has come
And I know now the time is just right
And straight into my arms you will run

And when you come, my heart will be waiting
To make sure that you’re never alone
There and then, all my dreams will come true, dear
There and then, I will make you my own

And every time I touch you, you just tremble inside
And I know how much you want me that you can’t hide
Can I just have one more moondance with you, my love?
Can I just make some more romance with you, my love?

And all the night’s magic seems to whisper and hush
And all the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush
Can I just have one more moondance with you, my love?
Can I just make some more romance with you, my love?

Well, it’s a marvelous night for a moondance
Stars up above in your eyes
A fantabulous night to make romance
‘Neath the cover of October skies

And all the leaves on the trees are falling
To the sound of the breezes that blow
And I’m trying to please to the calling
Of your heartstrings that play soft and low

And all the night’s magic seems to whisper and hush
And all the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush
Can I just have one more moondance with you, my love?
Can I just make some more romance with you, my love?

One more moondance with you
In the moonlight, on a magic night
All the moonlight, on a magic night
Can I just have one more moondance with you, my love?

CELTIC THUNDER – Maid Of Culmore

Leaving sweet lovely Derry for fair London town,
There is no finer harbor all around can be found,
Where the youngsters each evening go down to the shore,
And the joy bells are ringing for the maid of Culmore.

The first time I saw her she passed me by,
And the next time I saw her she bid me goodbye,
But the last time I saw her it grieved my heart so,
For she sailed down Loch Foyle and away from Culmore.

If I had the power the storms for to rise,
I would make the wind blow out and I’d darken the skies,
I’d make the wind blow high and the salt seas to roar,
Till the day that my darling sailed away from Culmore.

To the bad parts of America my love I’ll go see,
For it’s there I know no one and no one knows me,
But if I don’t find her I’ll return home no more,
Like a pilgrim I’ll wander for the maid of Culmore.

CELTIC THUNDER – Isle Of Hope, Isle Of Tears

On the first day of January,
Eighteen ninety-two,
They opened Ellis Island and they let
The people through.
And first to cross the threshold
Of that isle of hope and tears,
Was Annie Moore from Ireland
Who was all of fifteen years.

Isle of hope, isle of tears,
Isle of freedom, isle of fears,
But it’s not the isle you left behind.
That isle of hunger, isle of pain,
Isle you’ll never see again
But the isle of home is always on your mind.

In a little bag she carried
All her past and history,
And her dreams for the future
In the land of liberty.
And courage is the passport
When your old world disappears
But there’s no future in the past
When you’re fifteen years

Isle of hope, isle of tears,
Isle of freedom, isle of fears,
But it’s not the isle you left behind.
That isle of hunger, isle of pain,
Isle you’ll never see again
But the isle of home is always on your mind.

When they closed down Ellis Island
In nineteen forty-three,
Seventeen million people
Had come there for sanctuary.
And in springtime when I came here
And I stepped onto it’s piers,
I thought of how it must have been
When you’re fifteen years.

Isle of hope, isle of tears,
Isle of freedom, isle of fears,
But it’s not the isle you left behind.
That isle of hunger, isle of pain,
Isle you’ll never see again
But the isle of home is always on your mind.
The isle of home is always on your mind.

CELTIC THUNDER – Girls, Girls, Girls

Girls, girls, girls
Girls, girls, girls
Girls, girls, girls
Girls, girls, girls

Well, yellow, red, black or white
Add a little bit of moonlight
For this intercontinental romance
Shy girls, sexy girls
they all like that fancy world
Champagne, a gentle song, a slow dance
Who makes it fun to spend your money?
Who calls you honey most every day?

Girls, girls, girls
Girls, girls, girls

Well, they made ‘em up in Hollywood
And put ‘em into the movies
Those lovely photographic splendors
In and out of magazines
Miss World and beauty queens
Falling in love with the real big spenders.
But although their world may be frantic
They’re still romantic in their own way

So hop on, the world is swinging
Don’t sit and twiddle your thumbs
Get up and meet those pretty girls, girls, girls
Step on, the world keeps swinging
Put on the dazzling charm
Get up and find those pretty girls!

Don’t rush, keep it nice and gentle
And sentimental for that certain moment
Moonlit oceans, girls full of emotions
Stepping on that slow boat to China
And next door in Japan, they know how to please a man
Calling in for tea with my geisha
They’ve got that old-fashioned feeling
When it comes to pleasing, they know their way

So hop on, the world is swinging
Don’t sit and twiddle your thumbs
Get up and meet those pretty girls, girls, girls
Step on, the world keeps swinging
Put on the dazzling charm
Get up and find those pretty girls!

Don’t rush, keep it nice and gentle
And sentimental for that certain moment when you draw back the curtain

So hop on, the world is swinging
Don’t sit and twiddle your thumbs
Get up and meet those pretty girls

Ooh, forever

Girls, girls, girls
Girls, girls, girls

Girls, girls, girls, girls, girls

CELTIC THUNDER – Friends In Low Places

Blame it all on my roots
I showed up in boots
And ruined your black tie affair
The last one to know
The last one to show
I was the last one
You thought you’d see there
And I saw the surprise
And the fear in his eyes
When I took his glass of champagne
And I toasted you
Said, “Honey, we may be through
But you’ll never hear me complain”

‘Cause I’ve got friends in low places
Where the whiskey drowns
And the beer chases my blues away
And I’ll be okay
I’m not big on social graces
Think I’ll slip on down to the oasis
‘Cause I’ve got friends in low places

Well, I guess I was wrong
I just don’t belong
But then, I’ve been there before
Everything’s all right
And I’ll just say good night
And I’ll show myself to the door
Hey, I didn’t mean
To cause a big scene
Just give me an hour and then
Well, I’ll be as high
As that ivory tower
That you’re livin’ in

‘Cause I’ve got friends in low places
Where the whiskey drowns
And the beer chases my blues away
And I’ll be okay
I’m not big on social graces
Think I’ll slip on down to the oasis
‘Cause I’ve got friends in low places

Yeah, I’ve got friends in low places
Where the whiskey drowns
And the beer chases my blues away
And I’ll be okay
I’m not big on social graces
Think I’ll slip on down to the oasis
‘Cause I’ve got friends in low places

‘Cause I’ve got friends in low places
Where the whiskey drowns
And the beer chases my blues away
And I’ll be okay
I’m not big on social graces
Think I’ll slip on down to the oasis
‘Cause I’ve got friends in low places

CELTIC THUNDER – This Is The Moment

This is the moment
This is the day
When I send all my doubts and demons
On their way

Every endeavor
I have made—ever
Is coming into play
Is here and now—today

This is the moment
This is the time
When the momentum and the moment
Are in rhyme

Give me this moment
This precious chance
I’ll gather up my past
And make some sense at last

This is the moment
When all I’ve done
All of the dreaming
Scheming and screaming
Become one

This is the day
See it sparkle and shine
When all I’ve lived for
Becomes mine

For all of these years
I’ve faced the world alone
And now the time has come
To prove to them
I’ve made it on my own

This is the moment
My final test
Destiny beckoned
I never reckoned
Second best

I won’t look down
I must not fall
This is the moment
The sweetest moment of them all

This is the moment
Damn all the odds
This day or never
I’ll sit forever
With the gods

When I look back
I will always recall
Moment for moment
This was the moment
The greatest moment
Of them all

CELTIC THUNDER – Dulaman

A ‘níon mhín ó, sin anall na fir shúirí
A mháithairin mhín ó, cuir na roithléan go dtí mé

Dúlamán, dúlamán, dúlamán na binne buí
Dúlamán na binne buí Gaelach
Dúlamán, dúlamán, dúlamán na farraige
Dúlamán na binne buí Gaelach

Rachaimid me chun Niúir leis an dúlamán
Gaelach ceannóimid bróga daora ar an dúlamán Gaelach

Dúlamán, dúlamán, dúlamán na binne buí
Dúlamán na binne buí Gaelach
Dúlamán, dúlamán, dúlamán na farraige
Dúlamán na binne buí Gaelach

Bróga breaca dubha ar an dúlamán
Gaelach bearéad agus triús ar an dúlamán Gaelach

Dúlamán, dúlamán, dúlamán na binne buí
Dúlamán na binne buí Gaelach
Dúlamán, dúlamán, dúlamán na farraige
Dúlamán na binne buí Gaelach

Dúlamán na binne buí
Dúlamán na binne buí Gaelach
Dúlamán na binne buí
Dúlamán na binne buí Gaelach

Dúlamán, dúlamán, dúlamán na binne buí
Dúlamán na binne buí Gaelach
Dúlamán, dúlamán, dúlamán na farraige
Dúlamán na binne buí Gaelach

Dúlamán na binne buí
Dúlamán na binne buí Gaelach

A ‘níon mhín ó, sin anall na fir shúirí
A mháithairin mhín ó, cuir na roithléan go dtí mé

Dúlamán, dúlamán, dúlamán na binne buí
Dúlamán na binne buí Gaelach
Dúlamán, dúlamán, dúlamán na farraige
Dúlamán na binne buí Gaelach

Tá ceann buí óir ar an dúlamán Gaelach
Tá dhá chluais mhaol ar an dúlamán maorach

Dúlamán, dúlamán, dúlamán na binne buí
Dúlamán na binne buí Gaelach
Dúlamán, dúlamán, dúlamán na farraige
Dúlamán na binne buí Gaelach

Dúlamán na binne buí, dúlamán na binne buí Gaelach
Dúlamán na binne buí, dúlamán na binne buí Gaelach

Dúlamán, dúlamán, dúlamán na binne buí
Dúlamán na binne buí Gaelach
Dúlamán, dúlamán, dúlamán na farraige
Dúlamán na binne buí Gaelach

Dúlamán na binne buí, dúlamán na binne buí Gaelach
Dúlamán na binne buí, dúlamán na binne buí Gaelach
Dúlamán na binne buí, dúlamán na binne buí Gaelach
Dúlamán na binne buí, dúlamán na binne buí Gaelach

[TRANSLATION:]

Oh, gentle daughter, here come the wooing men
Oh, gentle mother, put the wheels in motion for me

Seaweed, seaweed, seaweed from the yellow cliff
Seaweed from Ireland
Seaweed, seaweed, seaweed from the ocean
Seaweed from Ireland

I would go to Niúir with the Irish seaweed
“I would buy expensive shoes,” said the Irish seaweed

Seaweed, seaweed, seaweed from the yellow cliff
Seaweed from Ireland
Seaweed, seaweed, seaweed from the ocean
Seaweed from Ireland

The Irish seaweed has beautiful black shoes
The stately seaweed has a beret and trousers

Seaweed, seaweed, seaweed from the yellow cliff
Seaweed from Ireland
Seaweed, seaweed, seaweed from the ocean
Seaweed from Ireland

Seaweed from the yellow cliff
Seaweed from Ireland
Seaweed from the yellow cliff
Seaweed from Ireland

Seaweed, seaweed, seaweed from the yellow cliff
Seaweed from Ireland
Seaweed, seaweed, seaweed from the ocean
Seaweed from Ireland

Seaweed from the yellow cliff
Seaweed from Ireland

Oh, gentle daughter, here come the wooing men
Oh, gentle mother, put the wheels in motion for me

Seaweed, seaweed, seaweed from the yellow cliff
Seaweed from Ireland
Seaweed, seaweed, seaweed from the ocean
Seaweed from Ireland

There is a yellow gold head on the Gaelic seaweed
There are two blunt ears on the stately seaweed

Seaweed, seaweed, seaweed from the yellow cliff
Seaweed from Ireland
Seaweed, seaweed, seaweed from the ocean
Seaweed from Ireland

Seaweed from the yellow cliff, seaweed from Ireland
Seaweed from the yellow cliff, seaweed from Ireland

Seaweed, seaweed, seaweed from the yellow cliff
Seaweed from Ireland
Seaweed, seaweed, seaweed from the ocean
Seaweed from Ireland

Seaweed from the yellow cliff, seaweed from Ireland
Seaweed from the yellow cliff, seaweed from Ireland
Seaweed from the yellow cliff, seaweed from Ireland
Seaweed from the yellow cliff, seaweed from Ireland

CELTIC THUNDER – Cat’s In The Cradle

My child arrived just the other day
Came into the world in the usual way
But there were planes to catch and bills to pay
He learned to walk while I was away
And he was talkin’ ‘fore I knew it, and as he grew
He’d say “I’m gonna be like you, Dad
You know I’m gonna be like you.”

Well, the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little Boy Blue and the Man in the Moon
“When you comin’ home, Dad?”
“I don’t know when, but we’ll get together then, son.
You know we’ll have a good time then.”

My son turned ten just the other day
He said, “Thanks for the ball, Dad, come on, let’s play.
Can you teach me to throw?” I said, “Not today
I got a lot to do”, he said, “That’s ok.”
And he walked away but his smile never dimmed
And said, “I’m gonna be like him, yeah.
You know I’m gonna be like him.”

And the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little Boy Blue and the Man in the Moon
“When you comin’ home, Dad?”
“I don’t know when, but we’ll get together then, son.
You know we’ll have a good time then.”

Well, he came from college just the other day
So much like a man I just had to say
“Son, I’m proud of you. Can you sit for a while?”
He shook his head and said with a smile,
“What I’d really like, Dad, is to borrow the car keys.
See you later. Can I have them please?”

Well, the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little Boy Blue and the Man in the Moon
“When you comin’ home, son?”
“I don’t know when, but we’ll get together then, Dad.
You know we’ll have a good time then.”

Well, I’ve long since retired; my son’s moved away
I called him up just the other day
I said, “I’d like to see you if you don’t mind.”
He said, “I’d love to, Dad, if I can find the time.
You see, my new job’s a hassle and the kids have the flu
But it’s sure nice talking to you, Dad.
It’s been sure nice talking to you.”

And as I hung up the phone it occurred to me
He’d grown up just like me
My boy was just like me

Well, the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little Boy Blue and the Man on the Moon
“When you comin’ home, son?”
“I don’t know when, but we’ll get together then, Dad.
You know we’ll have a good time then.”

CELTIC THUNDER – Black Is The Color

Black is the color of my true love’s hair;
Her lips are like some roses fair;
She’s got the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands,
And I love the ground whereon she stands.

I love my love, and well she knows.
I love the ground whereon she goes.
I wish the day, it soon would come;
When she and I could be as one.

For black is the color of my true love’s hair;
Her lips are like some roses fair (Some roses fair);
She’s got the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands,
And I love the ground whereon she stands.

I go to Clyde, and I mourn and weep;
For satisfied, I never can be.
And I write her a letter, just a few short lines;
And suffer death, a thousand times!

For black is the color of my true love’s hair;
Her lips are like red roses fair (Red roses fair);
She’s the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands,
And I love the ground (ground) whereon she stands! (stands)

For black is the color of my true love’s hair;
Her lips are like red roses fair (Red roses fair);
She’s the sweetest smile (smile) and the gentlest hands,
And I love the ground (ground) whereon she stands! (stands)

For black is the color of my true love’s hair!

CELTIC THUNDER – All Out Of Love

I’m lying alone with my head on the phone
Thinking of you ’til it hurts
I know you’re hurt, too, but what else can we do?
Tormented and torn apart
I wish I could carry your smile in my heart
For times when my life seems so low
It would make me believe what tomorrow would bring
When today doesn’t really know, doesn’t really know

I’m all out of love, I’m so lost without you
I know you were right believing for so long
I’m all out of love, what am I without you
I can’t be too late to say, “I was so wrong”

I want you to come back and carry me home
Away from these long lonely nights
I’m reaching for you; are you feeling it, too?
Does the feeling seem oh, so right?
And what would you say if I called on you now
And said that I can’t hold on?
There’s no easy way, it gets harder each day
Please love me or I’ll be gone
I’ll be gone

I’m all out of love, I’m so lost without you
I know you were right believing for so long
I’m all out of love, what am I without you
I can’t be too late to say, “I was so wrong”

Ooh, what are you thinking of?
What are you thinking of?
What are you thinking of?
What are you thinking of?

I’m all out of love, I’m so lost without you
I know you were right believing for so long
I’m all out of love, what am I without you
I can’t be too late to say, “I was so wrong”

I’m all out of love, I’m so lost without you
I know you were right believing for so long
I’m all out of love, what am I without you
I can’t be too late to say, “I was so wrong”

I’m all out of love, I’m so lost without you
I know you were right believing for so long
I’m all out of love, what am I without you
I can’t be too late to say, “I was so wrong”

CELTIC THUNDER – All Day Long

Every time you go away
I know it won’t be for long, though it seems
And all the times we spend apart
That ticking-tock clock seems to last for weeks

Well, I guess it is quite wrong
To expect you to climb up here each week
Yes, I guess it ain’t so long
Four hours on a bus for you’s a treat

And it won’t be long
And it won’t be long
All day long, I sit here
All day long, I sit here
All day long, I sit here
Thinkin’ bout you

Yes, I know there’s a million miles
And aeroplanes, well, they keep us apart
But when I sit alone at night on my bus, darling
Well, you’re in my heart

And it won’t be long
And it won’t be long
All day long, I sit here
Thinkin’ ’bout you
Thinkin’ ’bout you

So complicated times have passed
But I’m sorry, babe, I feel the same for you
Yes, I know I broke it off, but I’m sorry, babe,
You just didn’t stay true

And it won’t be long
And it won’t be long
All day long, I sit here thinkin’ ’bout
You