Lyrics and Vocals: American singer, songwriter, and musician Vincent Grant Gill.
Go Rest High On That Mountain.
I know your life, On earth was troubled, And only you could know the pain. You weren’t afraid to face the devil, You were no stranger to the rain. Go rest high on that mountain, Son your work on earth is done. Go to heaven a-shoutin’, Love for the Father and the Son. Oh, how we cried the day you left us, Gathered ’round your grave to grieve. Wish I could see the angels faces, When they hear your sweet voice sing. Go rest high on that mountain, Son your work on earth is done, Go to heaven a-shoutin’, Love for the Father and the Son. Go rest high on that mountain, Son your work on earth is done. Go to heaven a-shoutin’, Love for the Father and the Son. Go to heaven a-shoutin’, Love for the Father and the Son.
Lyrics and Vocals: American country music duo ‘Sugarland’ (Jennifer Nettles and Kristian Bush).
Mother.
She’ll take you in, feed your friends, Her open arms are welcoming, She’ll rub your back all night when you’re crying. She’ll listen to you tell your story. Hold your fear and all your worries, Help you find the truth when they’re all lying, Even when it’s hopeless, she keeps trying. She’s your mother, you love her, There won’t be another place like her again that you call home. She stands here to help you, there’s nothing she won’t do, As long as she’s alive you’re not alone you’ve got each other, That’s your mother. She fixes all the broken things, When you’re in love, she’s got a ring, To give to you, she hopes you’ll give away. She don’t care who you give it to, Where they’re from, if they pray like you, As long as they are good to you, that’s enough. First thing she taught you was love is love, She’s your mother, you love her. There won’t be another place like her again that you call home. She stands here to help you there’s nothing she won’t do, As long as she’s alive you’re not alone you’ve got each other, That’s your mother. When you fail her, when you’re afraid, And crying in the careless mess you’ve made, She’ll make you clean it up yourself and offer you a little help, And dry your weary eyes when you let her, But she’ll look at you and know you can do better, She’s your mother, you love her. There won’t be another place like her again that you call home. She stands here to help you there’s nothing she won’t do, As long as she’s alive you’re not alone. The secrets in your heart she’s always known, She’s a beacon, a harbour, A lighthouse, her armour, A promise and a blanket when it’s cold. You’ll understand it more when you get older, You’ve got each other, That’s your mother. You’ve got each other, That’s your mother.
Lyrics: American country singer Mirriam Johnson, known professionally as Jessi Colter. Vocals: American rock band Dr. Hook & the Medicine Show.
Storms Never Last.
Storms never last do they baby. Bad times all pass with the wind. Your hand in mine stills the thunder, And you make the sun wanna shine.
You followed me down so many roads, baby. I picked wild flowers and sung you soft sad songs, And every road we took lord knows our search was for the truth, And the clouds brewing now won’t be the last.
But storms never last do they baby. (they don’t last, no, no). Bad times all pass with the wind. Your hand in mine (your hand in mine) stills the thunder, (Stills the thunder, stills the thunder, yeah). And you make the sun wanna shine. (shine, shine, shine).
Storms never last (storms never last) do they baby. (They don’t last, no, no). The bad times, the bad times, the bad times all pass. Your hand in mine (your hand in mine) stills the thunder, (Stills the thunder, stills the thunder, yeah). You make the sun wanna shine. (shine, shine, shine).
Storms never last (storms never last) do they baby. (They don’t last, no, no) Bad times all pass with the wind. Your hand in mine stills the thunder, (Stills the thunder, stills the thunder, yeah). And you make the sun wanna shine. (shine, shine, shine).
We write, to warn all our readers in advance, that Sunday next, March 30th 2025, is Mothers Day.
Lyrics and Vocals: American singer, songwriter and musician Vince Gill(Vincent Grant Gill).
A Letter To My Mama.
Oh, I need to write a letter, Put it down in black and white, No a phone call just won’t cut it, Not the way I feel tonight. A letter to my mama, From the bottom of my heart, “I’m sorry”, is a real good place to start. I’m sorry I was selfish, Just chalk it up to youth. I got too old to need you, That’s just running from the truth. I’m sorry things didn’t work out, For you and my old man. Sometimes life don’t turn out like you plan. Looking back I wonder how, You ever pulled us through, I can’t imagine walking in your shoes. If I could stop this pen from shaking, I’d write these words down too, There’s no one in this world I love like you. Oh, I’ve written down the memories, Of these sixty-some-odd years, Trying hard to just say “Thank you”, As I wipe away the tears. I hear my grandson calling, So I guess I’d better go. I can never pay you back the love I owe. Oh, I finished up the letter, Put it down in black and white, No, a phone call wouldn’t cut it, Not the way I feel tonight. A letter to my mama, From the bottom of my heart, The very bottom of my heart.
An large crowd once again put in an appearance at this years Thurles St Patrick’s Day parade, held yesterday afternoon, Monday March 17th. Despite the overcast sky and low temperatures, few locals were deterred from attending to view the event, as it passed through the town centre.
Amongst those in attendance were people from the Republic of the Philippines, Czech Republic, Ukraine, England, Brazil, South Africa, China, Poland, Italy and Sweden, who joined the very large number of local residents.
Onlookers packed Thurles streets, from Friar Street west, through the town centre and unto Barry’s Bridge; same extremely impressed by the colours of floats; the marching groups representing numerous clubs and societies; the bands and in particular the individual stilt walkers from Cloughjordan, North Tipperary who took part for the first time.
A huge “Thank You” to the work undertaken by Mr John Kenehan and his committee, and to the many individuals in reflective jackets and the Gardaí, who ensured the health and safety of the public in attendance and controlled the traffic.
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