Lyrics:
the roads, forgotten by time
To return to my shire, in the greenest hills
The deeds of my life lay plain as I pass the ruins along the withered path
As night
A Chieftan to the Highlands bound
Cries, "Boatman, do not tarry
And I'll give thee a silver pound
To row us o'er the ferry"
"Now who be ye
not us
It puts a cloud over us
But one day justice will prevail
Either way you know
And the sun will shine again
The Dale dead
Give me that bitch back
Rings out to awaken the echoes
And tell us the morning has come.
Cho:
Recorded by Clancys, Patrick Galvin
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Rings out to awaken the echoes
And tell us the morning has come.
Cho:
Recorded by Clancys, Patrick Galvin
Filename[ MENWEST
Play.exe ROSINBOW
RG
Ready for war Joe, how you wanna blow they spot
I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop
Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's
Ready for war Joe, how you wanna blow they spot
I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop
Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's
the cabin
And see the sun go down on Galway Bay
For the breezes blowing over the seas from Ireland
Are perfumed by the heather as they blow
the cabin
And see the sun go down on Galway Bay
For the breezes blowing over the seas from Ireland
Are perfumed by the heather as they blow
'll darken the heather
Terrible and wise
Kneel and take your prize
This communion
Pain is wise
Blood our greatest teacher
Scars remain
To protect us from
Ready for war Joe, how you wanna blow they spot
I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop
Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's
On ancient rock and silver sea
I'm cooled by the morning
As fresh as the breeze
Horizon glows shining blue
A new day is dawning
For me and for
was full of woe
Until he met a filly
By the name of Heather Jo
So at twilight on the border
As the smoke begins to curl
The heard all loves to hear this
What?
D-A-L-E
You hear the echo of the?
R-O-S-E
And coming after that?
D-A-L-E
(It's Rosedale yeah!)
I rep Rosedale but I'm no thug
It's heritage, all
to hand
And we struggle through our lives
Though the generations wander, the lineage survives
And all of us, from dust to dust, we all become forefathers by
The sun shines down on my naked calf
The heather’s licking me fine things
As I’m standig by yon bonnie braes
As the highland under out feet
gear is the world premiere, ox yeah, now I'm dickin down Heather Locklear
Rubber glock in the glove box, Benz drop yeah
Hit the mall in Long Island, they
paved with white stones
Beckoned me - feeling I still can't explain
Presage I felt inside backed up my way to the fair heather dale
I will remember
a cabin
And watch the barefoot gosoons at their play.
For the breezes blowing o'er the sea to Ireland,
are perfumed by the heather as they blow.
Rings out to awaken the echoes
And tell us the morning has come.
Cho:
Recorded by Clancys, Patrick Galvin
Filename[ MENWEST
Play.exe ROSINBOW
RG
go down on Galway Bay
For the breezes blowing o'er the sea to Ireland
Are perfumed by the heather as they blow
And the women in the uplands
heather
And hear the westwind cry
To know that's where the rapparee must die
Since Cromwell pushed us westward
To live our lowly lives
There's
struggle through our lives
Though the generations wander
The lineage survives
And all of us
From dust to dust
We all become forefathers
By and by
heather
And hear the west wind cry
To know that's where the rapparee must die
Since Cromwell pushed us westward
To live our lowly lives
There's
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