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Bruce Springsteen To Perform In Kilkenny City This Evening.

Bruce Frederick Joseph Springsteen, the well known and much loved American rock singer, songwriter, and guitarist, (nicknamed “The Boss), arrives in Kilkenny city, Co. Kilkenny to perform this evening.
Hereunder is a taste of what his many fans can expect.

The River.

Lyrics: Bruce Springsteen.
Vocals: Bruce Springsteen and E Street Band. (Recorded 1979).

The River.

(In his 2016 autobiography Springsteen confirmed that he wrote the above song as a tribute to his sister and his brother-in-law.)

I come from down in the valley,
Where, mister, when you’re young,
They bring you up to do like your daddy done.
Me and Mary we met in high school,
When she was just seventeen,
We’d drive out of this valley,
Down to where the fields were green.
We’d go down to the river,
And into the river we’d dive.
Oh, down to the river we’d ride.
Then I got Mary pregnant,
And man, that was all she wrote,
And for my nineteenth birthday,
I got a union card and a wedding coat.
We went down to the courthouse,
And the judge put it all to rest.
No wedding day smiles, no walk down the aisle,
No flowers, no wedding dress.
That night we went down to the river,
And into the river we’d dive,
Oh, down to the river we
‘d ride.

I got a job working construction,
For the Johnstown Company,
But lately there ain’t been no work,
On account of the economy.
Now all them things that seemed so important,
Well mister they vanished right into the air,
Now I just act like I don’t remember,
And Mary acts like she don’t care.
But I remember us riding in my brother’s car,
Her body tan and wet, down at the reservoir,
At night on those banks I’d lie awake.
And pull her close just to feel each breath she’d take.
Now those memories come back to haunt me.
They haunt me like a curse,
Is a dream a lie if it don’t come true,
Or is it something worse,
That sends me down to the river,
Though I know the river is dry,
That sends me down to the river tonight,
Down to the river.
My baby and I,
Oh, down to the river we ride-ide.
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
.

END.

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A Song For A Sunday.

The Prayer.

Lyrics: Songwriters David Foster, Carole Bayer Sager, Tony Renis and Alberto Testa.
Vocals: Italian tenor Andrea Bocelli and Canadian singer Céline Marie Claudette Dion.

The Prayer.

I pray you’ll be our eyes, and watch us where we go,
And help us to be wise in times when we don’t know.
Let this be our prayer, when we lose our way.
Lead us to a place, guide us with your grace,
To a place where we’ll be safe.
La luce che tu hai,
I pray we’ll find your light.
Nel cuore resterà,
And hold it in our hearts,
A ricordarci che,
When stars go out each night,
L’eterna stella sei,
Nella mia preghiera,
Let this be our prayer,
Quanta fede c’è
When shadows fill our day,
Lead us to a place, guide us with your grace.
Give us faith so we’ll be safe.
* Sogniamo un mondo senza più violenza,
Un mondo di giustizia e di speranza,
Ognuno dia la mano al suo vicino,
Simbolo di pace, di fraternità,
La forza che ci dà.
We ask that life be kind,
È il desiderio che.
And watch us from above.
Ognuno trovi amor,
We hope each soul will find,
Intorno e dentro sé,
Another soul to love.
Let this be our prayer, let this be our prayer,
Just like every child, just like every child.
Need to find a place.
Guide us with your grace.
Give us faith so we’ll be safe.
È la fede che,
Hai acceso in noi,
Sento che ci salvera.


END.

* Translation: We dream of a world without more violence,
A world of justice and hope,
Let each one shake hands with his neighbor,
Symbol of peace, brotherhood,
The strength it gives us.

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Still in Love with You.

Still in Love with You.

Vocals: English soft rock singer Chris Ward Norman, former lead singer with the English rock band ‘Smokie’.
Lyrics: Songwriter, guitarist, rock singer Chris Ward Norman

Still in Love with You.

I get the same old feeling,
Whenever I’m with you.
What else can I do,
I can’t help it.
I can’t help it.
I’m still in love with you, ooh.

I get the same old yearning,
When you were by my side,
A feeling I can’t hide.
I can’t help it.
I can’t help it.
I can’t help it.
Oh baby, I can’t help it,
I’m still in love with you.

No one thrills me like you do.
No one hurts as much as you.
(In a long and lonely night)
Well I wake up calling out your name,
Since you’re gone babe,
Nothing seems the same,
No, no.

Nothing seems the same, baby.
I can’t help it.
I can’t help it,
I’m still in love with you.
Why don’t you listen to what I say now,
No one thrills me like you do.
No one hurts as much as you.
(In a long and lonely night)
Oh I wake up calling out your name,
You know since you’ve gone, Babe,
Nothing seems the same, believe me darling.
Ooh, ooh.

I get the same old feeling,
Whenever I’m with you.
What am I, what am I, gonna do.
I can’t help it.
I can’t help it.
I can’t help it.
Oh baby, I can’t help it.
I’m still in love with you.
(Same old feeling)
You know I’m still in love with you.
(Same old feeling)
Baby, baby, baby.
(Same old feeling)
You know I’m still in love, still in love with you.
END

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A Song For A Sunday.

Dear Hate.

Lyrics: American singer and songwriters Maren Morris, Tom Douglas, and David Hodges (Published 2015),
Vocals: Maren Morris, featuring American country, bluegrass, and rock singer, songwriter, and musician Vince Gill.

Dear Hate.

Dear Hate,
I saw you on the news today,
Like a shock that takes my breath away,
You fall like rain, cover us in drops of pain,
I’m afraid there we just might drown.

Dear Hate,
Well, you sure are colour-blind.
Your kiss is the cruellest kind,
You could poison any mind,
Just look at mine,
Don’t know how this world keeps spinning around and around.

Chorus.
You were there in the garden, like a snake in the grass,
I see you in the morning staring through the looking glass,
You whisper down through history and echo through these halls,
But I hate to tell you, love’s gonna conquer us all.

Dear Hate,
You were smiling from that Selma bridge,
In Dallas, when that bullet hit and Jackie cried,
You pulled those towers from the sky,
But even on our darkest nights,
The world keeps spinning around.

Repeat Chorus.

Dear Love,
Just when I think you have given up,
You were there in the garden when I ran from your voice,
I hear you every morning through the chaos and the noise,
You still whisper down through history and echo through these halls,
Then tell me, love’s gonna conquer us all.
Gonna conquer all.

END.

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Irish Blessing In Music & Song.

May the Road Rise to Meet You.

Irish “Go n-éirí an bóthar chun bualadh leat”, translates as “May the Road Rise to Meet You”.

Lyrics: American musician, singer-songwriter Roger McGuinn and his wife Camilla, (the former was founder and leader of ‘The Byrds’).
Vocals: Irish American singer-songwriter, Cathie Ryan.

May the Road Rise to Meet You.

Summertime the sun would shine, we’d lay out in the field,
Sheltered in the shadow of a tree.
We write our songs to take along,
And sing out on the road,
And you would always sing this song to me.

Chorus.
May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be at your back,
May the sun shine down warm upon your land,
May the rain fall soft upon your face until we meet again,
May God hold you in the hollow of his hand.


Autumn leaves would leave the trees,
In colours on the ground.
Swirling patterns beautiful to see.
I’d lay my head down on your lap,
I would not make a sound,
And you would always sing this song to me.

Repeat Chorus.

In the winter days the trees would shiver in the wind,
Waiting for the warming touch of spring,
You’d hold me in the firelight.
We’d stare into the flames,
And this is what you always used to sing.

Repeat Chorus.

May God hold you in the hollow of his hand.

END

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