Ma ismét egy kis csodát tapasztaltam. Évekkel ezelőtt felfedeztem egy leírhatatlan tehetséges-kinn nagyon népszerű-csapatot. Ők a Celtic Thunder. Mindig is szerettem az ír zenét, az ír tájakat, mítoszokat, jelképeket, nyelvet, de amit ők képviselnek, az igen ritka dolog. Hallgatni és nézni is elbűvölő. Tiszta, elgondolkodtató.A sírástól el lehet jutni a felhőtlen boldogságig. Úgyhogy zene terápiának is kitűnő.:) Szeretettel ajánlom legújabb albumukat: a Voyaget. Első hallgatásra is kiszúrtam a kedvencem.Maid of Culmore.
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Maid of Culmore
Leaving sweet lovely Derry for fair London town,
There is no finer harbor all around can be found,
Where the youngsters each evening go down to the shore,
And the joy bells are ringing for the maid of Culmore.
The first time I saw her she passed me by,
And the next time I saw her she bid me goodbye,
But the last time I saw her it grieved my heart so,
For she sailed down Loch Foyle and away from Culmore.
If I had the power the storms for to rise,
I would make the wind blow out and I'd darken the skies,
I'd make the wind blow high and the salt seas to roar,
Till the day that my darling sailed away from Culmore.
To the bad parts of America my love I'll go see,
For it's there I know no one and no one knows me,
But if I don't find her I'll return home no more,
Like a pilgrim I'll wander for the maid of Culmore.
There is no finer harbor all around can be found,
Where the youngsters each evening go down to the shore,
And the joy bells are ringing for the maid of Culmore.
The first time I saw her she passed me by,
And the next time I saw her she bid me goodbye,
But the last time I saw her it grieved my heart so,
For she sailed down Loch Foyle and away from Culmore.
If I had the power the storms for to rise,
I would make the wind blow out and I'd darken the skies,
I'd make the wind blow high and the salt seas to roar,
Till the day that my darling sailed away from Culmore.
To the bad parts of America my love I'll go see,
For it's there I know no one and no one knows me,
But if I don't find her I'll return home no more,
Like a pilgrim I'll wander for the maid of Culmore.
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A Celtic Blessing
May the road rise up
To meet you.
To meet you.
May the wind be always
At your back.
At your back.
May the sun shine warm
upon your face.
upon your face.
May the rain fall soft
upon your field,
upon your field,
And until we meet again.
May God hold you in the palm of his hand.
May God hold you in the palm of his hand.
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