In the cool of the evening they used to gather
‘Neath the stars in the meadow circled near an old oak tree
Christy Moore
Ringing that Bell Lyrics – Christy Moore
“Ringing That Bell” lyrics
“Ringing That Bell”
Ballinamore Lyrics – Christy Moore
Leitrim is a very funny place, sir
A strange and a troubled land
Arthur’s Day Lyrics – Christy Moore
Diageo Diageo have mounted a Crusade
Creating Arthur’s Day, they’ve suckered us into their charade
Smoke & Strong Whiskey Lyrics – Christy Moore
Kids wear white garters, and smell like their mothers
Whose husbands and fathers alike
The Two Conneeleys Lyrics – Christy Moore
Hear the Atlantic seethe and swell
And hear the lonely chapel bell
The Cliffs of Dooneen Lyrics – Christy Moore
You may travel far far from your own native home
Far away o’er the mountains far away o’er the foam
Cliffs of Dooneen (Live) Lyrics – Christy Moore
You may travel far far from your own native home
Far away o’er the mountains far away o’er the foam
Tell It unto Me Lyrics – Christy Moore
What put the blood on your right shoulder?
Son come tell it unto me
Urgency Culture Lyrics – Christy Moore
Urgency culture, information overload
Hot bed of nothing, holocaust of silence