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One Of A Kind.

The song hereunder is dedicated to all of ye who are missing a loved one.

Vocals: Meelin, Co. Cork born female folk singer and musician Meadhbh Walsh.

One Of A Kind.

I miss the way you talk,
I can still see the way that you walk.
The pull on the strings in my heart are never to go.
Your the dream that wanders my nights,
Your the one who always was right,
And the one thing I’ll think of tonight, is why did you go.
And the feeling of loving you, feeling of hugging you,
Pulling you closer and closer again.
The days passing by bring me constant remind,
I miss you, you were one of a kind.
All the days and nights that we spent,
Travelling ’round to the places we went,
Telling jokes, making rhymes, singing songs, just between you and I,
And the way you spoke about life,
While I listened to your words in delight.
Thinking ’bout all the things that you did, makes me wonder today,
Of the feeling of loving you, feeling of hugging you,
Pulling you closer and closer again.
The days passing by bring me constant remind,
I miss you, you were one of a kind.
So now I’ll leave it at this,
And I’ll sing this song when I’ll miss,
The times you smiled, the remarks you made,
The poems you told me, the music we made.
If I go, I will bring you along,
And will you add the chords to my song.
Be watching above everyday,
Keep the bonfire burning,
With the feeling of loving you,
Feeling of hugging you,
Pulling you closer and closer again.
The days passing by bring me constant remind,
I miss you, you were one of a kind.
The feeling of loving you,
Feeling of hugging you,
Pulling you closer and closer again.
You’ve taken our memories up to the sky,
Just remember darling, you were one of a kind.

END

Fields of Athenry.

Lyrics: Dublin born Irish folk singer/songwriter the late Pete St John (Peter Mooney 1932 – 2022).
Vocals: Irish based singer-songwriter Sina Theil.

Fields of Athenry.

By a lonely prison wall,
I heard a young girl calling,
“Michael, they have taken you away.
For you stole Trevelyan’s corn,
So the young might see the morn,
Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay”.
Low lie the fields of Athenry,
Where once we watched the small free birds fly.
Our love was on the wing, we had dreams and songs to sing,
It’s so lonely ’round the fields of Athenry.
By a lonely prison wall,
I heard a young man calling,
“Nothing matters, Mary, when you’re free.
Against the famine and the crown,
I rebelled, they cut me down,
Now you must raise our child with dignity”.
Low lie the fields of Athenry,
Where once we watched the small free birds fly.
Our love was on the wing we had dreams and songs to sing,
It’s so lonely ’round the fields of Athenry.
By a lonely harbour wall,
She watched the last star falling,
As the prison ship sailed out against the sky.
For she lived in hope and pray,
For her love in Botany Bay,
It’s so lonely ’round the fields of Athenry.
Low lie the fields of Athenry,
Where once we watched the small free birds fly.
Our love was on the wing we had dreams and songs to sing,
It’s so lonely ’round the fields of Athenry.
Low lie the fields of Athenry,
Where once we watched the small free birds fly.
Our love was on the wing we had dreams and songs to sing,
It’s so lonely ’round the fields of Athenry.
It’s so lonely ’round the fields of Athenry.

END