Lyrics: Irish songwriter and novelist Brendan Graham. Vocals: Secret Garden.
My Land
How green are your valleys, how blue your great skies, Your mountains stand tall in their glory. Your rivers run free – the bright stars are your eyes, Your beauty is endless before me. For you are the song ever singing in me, And you are the heart ever true. For you are my land and you always will be, The voice ever calling me home to you. When to your green valleys some day I return, When you lay your mantle around me. At rest I will be where the heart will not yearn, That my land will ever surround me. For you are the song ever singing in me, And you are the heart ever true. For you are my land and you always will be, The voice ever calling me home to you. For you are the song ever singing in me, And you are the heart ever true. For you are my land and you always will be, The voice ever calling me home to you. The voice ever calling me home to you. END.
Tomorrow, March 17th, will see the Thurles Town’s St Patrick’s Day parade (Lá Fhéile Pádraig)2025, taking place, leaving from the west side of town, from Abbey Road, down Friar Street, into Liberty Square, starting at 2:15pm sharp.
The nearby parade in the village of Littleton will start in the morning, with other events occurring in Tipperary throughout the day, all expected to draw large crowds to the areas of Cahir, Tipperary town, Clonmel and Cappawhite, and northwards, into Nenagh, Templemore, and Roscrea.
With weather promising to remain dry but cloudy and with temperatures of 8° to 10° best to keep well wrapped up.
Update on Mná Month events that still have places left in Cashel Library next week.
Ms Maura Barrett, (Cashel Library)Reports:
Friends,
(1)Monday 17th March – Cashel Library remains closed for Lá Feile Padraig.
(2)Tuesday 18th March – The 11:00am Mnásome Karaoke Sing-a-long with Claire Grant – “Songs from Mná na hÉireann” – All are Welcome.
(3)Thursday 20th March – The 2.30pm“Shamanic Drumming with the OH Ríains“ – Just a few spaces left – Remember Booking is Essential to Tel. No. 062 63825 – Strictly on a “First Come, First Served” basis.
(4)Friday 21st March – The 2:30pm“Genealogy with Mary Guinan Darmody“ – All are Welcome.
The Following Events Are Now Fully BookedOut.
Tuesday Evening 18th March – The 6:30pm“Divine Essence Crystal Healing” with Eileen Heneghan – Now FULLY BOOKED OUT, with a fully booked waiting list – No spaces currently available.
Saturday Afternoon 22nd March – The 2.30pm“Candle Painting Workshop” with Lisa Manton – Now FULLY BOOKED OUT – No spaces currently available.
Visitorsattending eventscanlocate the Cashel Library building; situated on Friar Street, Lady’s Well, Cashel, Co. Tipperary, HERE. (G487+RX).
The “Sweet White Violets”(Latin Name: Viola odorata alba), which is expected to appear in late winter or early Spring, arrived exactly on time this year, exhibiting a massive crop of blossoms.
Sweet White Violets pictured here with emerging wild Primroses. Pic: G. Willoughby.
This small hardy herbaceous perennial is also commonly known as ‘Wood Violet‘; ‘English Violet‘; ‘Common Violet‘; ‘Florist’s Violet‘ and ‘Garden Violet’.
Sweet White Violets: The flowers which are either dark violet or white in colour, are scented, with the species most often found near the edges of forests or in shaded clearings; it is also a common “uninvited guest” found on shaded lawns or elsewhere with in Irish gardens.
Both the leaves and flowers are edible and in the late Victorian period, were used in the production of cosmetic fragrances and perfumes and in the production of medicine. Interesting to note: The scent somehow has suggested sex, so the violet served as a symbol of a favoured flower of Aphrodite, (latter ancient Greek goddess of sexual love and beauty); and her son, Priapus, (latter a minor fertility god in Greek mythology), who was also the protector of livestock, fruit plants and, yes male readers should note, male genitals. Both the former named Greek goddess and minor god were the deity of gardens.
A Bunch Of Violets Blue.
Lyrics: Attributed to composer, writer John McCormick. Vocals: Irish country, traditional and easy listening singer, guitarist and saxophone player, the late Tom McBride, (Big Tom 1936–2018).
A Bunch Of Violets Blue.
It was out in a moonlit garden, Not far from the ballroom grand, A soldier and his sweetheart, Went strolling hand in hand. Tomorrow the war would call him, And he vowed he would be true, And from her breast she gave to him, A bunch of violets blue. They were only a bunch of violets, A bunch of violets blue, Fresh and fair and dainty, All sparkle like the dew. Fresh and fair and dainty, As he pressed them to his heart, He smiled and said where’er he’d roam, From them he’d n’er would part. A soldier boy lay dying, Upon the cold, cold ground. A bunch of withered violets, Upon his breast was found. Turning to his comrades, In a feeble voice he sighed. Take them back and tell her that, I wore them till I died. They took the withered violets back, It been on her wedding day. An old man’s gold had won her, From her soldier far away. An old man’s gold had won her, From her soldier young and tall, And this is what he said to her, One evening at the ball. They were only a bunch of violets, A bunch of violets blue, Fresh and fair and dainty, All sparkle like the dew. Fresh and fair and dainty, As he pressed them to his heart, He smiled and said where’er he’d roam, From them he’d n’er would part.
Lyrics and Vocals: American singer, songwriter, actor and country musician Vince Gill (Vincent Gill).
When I Call Your Name.
I rushed home from work like I always do. I spent my whole day just thinking of you. When I walked through the front door, my whole life was changed, ‘Cause nobody answered when I called your name. A note on the table that told me goodbye. It said you’d grown weary of living a lie. Oh, your love has ended, but mine still remains, But nobody answers when I call your name. Oh, the lonely sound of my voice calling, Is driving me insane, And just like rain, the tears keep falling, But nobody answers when I call your name. Oh, the lonely sound of my voice calling, Is driving me insane, And just like rain, the tears keep falling, But nobody answers when I call your name. Oh, nobody answers when I call your name.
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