You are cordially invited to attend a Charlie McGettigan concert for Culture Night in Cashel Library, with special guest star Cashel, Co. Tipperary native Ms Alannah Manton, latter a contestant in the Junior Eurovision.
The event will take place at 7:00pm sharp on Friday evening, September 22nd, 2023.
Charlie’s songs have been recorded by many artists including De Danann, Mary and Frances Black, Ray Lynam, Daniel O’Donnell, Sandy Kelly and Hal Ketchum; to name but a few.
On Culture Night, refreshments will be served and while the event is ADMISSION FREE, booking remains essential [Tel: 062 63825.] (First come first served)
If Anything Happened to You
Vocals: Co. Leitrim Irish singer Charlie McGettigan.
Lyrics: By Charlie McGettigan.
If Anything Happened to You
If anything happened to you. If my worst fears should ever come true. I’d have no reason to carry on through, If anything happened to you.
I cannot imagine a world, Without you around me to hold. My days would be empty, my pleasures be few, If anything happened to you.
If anyone took you away, Or somehow you wandered astray. There’s nowhere I wouldn’t pursue, If anything happened to you.
So promise me you will take care, But it’s a wicked old world out there. I’d be devastated, be broken and blue, If anything happened to you.
If anyone took you away, Or somehow you wandered astray. There’s nowhere I wouldn’t pursue, If anything happened to you.
So promise me you will take care. But it’s a wicked old world out there. I’d be devastated, be broken and blue, If anything happened, if anything happened, to you.
Vocals: The powerful British singer, songwriter, actress and activist Ms Leona Lewis.
Lyrics: By David Kreuger / Per Magnusson / Richard Page / Simon Cowell.
Footprints in the Sand
You walked with me, footprints in the sand, And helped me understand, where I’m going. You walked with me when I was all alone, With so much unknown along the way. Then I heard you say. I promise you I’m always there, When your heart is filled with sorrow and despair. I’ll carry you when you need a friend, You’ll find my footprints in the sand, I see my life flash across the sky. So many times have I been so afraid, And just when I have thought I lost my way, You gave me strength to carry on thats when I heard you say. I promise you I’m always there, When your heart is filled with sorrow and despair, And I’ll carry you when you need a friend, You’ll find my footprints in the sand. When I’m weary well I know you’ll be there, And I can feel you when you say, I promise you I’m always there, When your heart is filled with sadness and despair, And I’ll carry you when you need a friend, You’ll find my footprints in the sand. When your heart is full of sadness and despair, And I’ll carry you when you need a friend, You’ll find my footprints in the sand.
Ms Annie Moore (1874–1924), named in the song hereunder, was an Irish immigrant, and the first person in the United States to pass through federal immigrant inspection at the Ellis Island Station, in New York Harbour. As the first person to pass inspection at this then newly opened facility, she was presented with an American $10 gold piece, by an American immigration official.
Annie had set sail from Co. Cork, Ireland, aboard the Guion Line steamship ‘Nevada’ in the year 1892. Her brothers, Anthony and Philip, who journeyed with her, were aged just 15 years and 12 years respectively.
Her parents, Matthew and Julia, had arrived in the United States 4 years earlier, in 1888, and were both residing at No. 32 Monroe Street, Manhattan, New York, USA.
Annie would go on to marry the son of a German Catholic immigrant, named as Joseph Augustus Schayer (1876–1960), latter a salesman at Manhattan’s Fulton Fish Market, with whom she had possibly some eleven children.
She sadly died of heart failure on December 6th, in 1924, at just aged 50 years. She was buried in Calvary Cemetery, at Maspeth and Woodside, Queens, New York City, New York, USA.
Lyrics: Irish songwriter and novelist Brendan Graham.
Vocals: The distinctive Irish (Galway) singing voice of Sean Keane.
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 the first to cross the threshold of that Isle of hope and tears, Was Annie Moore from Ireland, who was only fifteen years.
Chorus 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 I will never see again, But the Isle of home is always on your mind.
Repeat Chorus 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.
Repeat Chorus 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.
Lyrics: American singer-songwriters Max Barnes and Vern Gosdin. Vocals: Irish teenage country singer Owen Mac.
If Jesus comes tomorrow.
If Jesus comes tomorrow to spend some time with you, Would you answer all His questions or lie to hide the truth? Would you welcome Him with open arms or even let Him in? If Jesus comes tomorrow what then?
If Jesus calls your number could you leave today? Are you ready to lay down your worldly goods and walk away? Would it take a month of Sundays just to tell Him of your sin? If Jesus comes tomorrow what then?
If the sky turns black as midnight in the middle of the day, And somehow you knew that Jesus would soon be on His way. Would you have to beg forgiveness? Or could you reach out and take His hand? If Jesus comes tomorrow what then?
If the sky turns black as midnight in the middle of the day, And somehow you knew that Jesus would soon be on His way, Would you have to beg forgiveness? Or could you reach out and take His hand? If Jesus comes tomorrow what then? If Jesus comes tomorrow what then?
Vocals: Irish singer, songwriter, historian, Derek Warfield, a former member of the musical group The Wolfe Tones.
Lyrics: Original author unknown.
The following rebel song tells the story of an Irish freedom fighter listening to the last words of his comrade, who lies dying on a Dublin street. When the wounded man’s father arrives at the scene seeking his son’s whereabouts, he is informed, “there’s no use in searching, your son to heaven has gone.”
The ballad is set during Easter 1916, and according to one version the dying man came from Co. Tipperary with the song rendition containing the following lines:-
“The first I saw was a wounded soldier, Lying, dying, as he feebly cried, ‘God bless our home in sweet Tipperary. God bless the cause for I am dying’ My only son was shot in Dublin, Fighting for his country bold, He died for Ireland, and Ireland only, The Harp and Shamrock, Green, White and Gold”.
Some years later, a four-verse version of this ballad was published, written in a Dublin journal; then known as “The Bell”, latter which ceased publication in 1954. Same publication was an outspoken liberal voice at a time of great political and intellectual stagnation. The article containing this four-verse version was written by Donagh MacDonagh, latter son of Tipperary-born political activist, poet, playwright, educationalist and revolutionary leader Thomas MacDonagh, one of the signatories of the 1916 Proclamation, who was executed on Wednesday May 3rd, 1916.
The Dying Rebel
The night was dark and the fight was over, The moon shone down O’Connell Street, I stood alone, where brave men perished, Those men have gone, their God to meet.
[Chorus] My only son was shot in Dublin, Fighting for his country bold, He fought for Ireland, and Ireland only, The harp and shamrock, green white and gold.
The first I met was a grey haired father, Searching for his only son, I said old man, there’s no use searching, For up to heaven, your son has gone.
[Repeat Chorus]
The old man cried out broken hearted, Bending low I heard him say, I knew my son was too kind hearted, I knew my son would never yield.
[Repeat Chorus]
The last I met was a dying rebel, Bending low I heard him say, God bless my home, in dear Cork City, And bless the cause for which I die.
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