High Tide ¸èÊÖ:Cara Dillon ×¨¼­:Sweet Liberty
Days turning from red to green
It's hard to believe that spring
Is here so soon and I've been gone so long
Keep sending your letters on
Memories of home are still
Haunting my days and I am losing my way
High tide changing moods
Familiar faces I know
High tide changing light
Familiar places I'll go
Keep playing out favourite song
Cause sometimes I sing it so loud
I'm praying that you might hear
And sing along
Days turning from sweet to dry
Memories of home are still
Haunting my days and I'll wait for your reply
Welcome to Qingdao.
Qingdao is Hometown.
My hometown is very beautiful.
High tide changing moods
Familiar faces I know
High tide changing light
Familiar places I'll go
ha ha ......yeah.....
Black is the colour
Black is the colour of my true love's hair.
Her lips are like a rose so fair.
She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands.
I love the ground whereon she stands.
I love my love and well she knows.
I love the ground whereon she goes.
And how I whish the day would come
when she and I can be as one.
Black is the colour of my true love's hair.
Her lips are like a rose so fair.
She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands.
I love the ground whereon she stands.
ou whereon she stands......(6 times)
I go to the Clyde and mourn and deep
satisfied I never will sleep.
I'll write her a letter just a few short lines
And suffer death ten thousand times.
Black is the colour of my true love's hair.
Her lips are like a rose so fair.
She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands.
I love the ground whereon she stands.
......
I have to say I feel like a very very lucky.
To going tonight to get a chance day
To perform here Augusta orchestra to <>.
And this is the next song we are going to do is so called <>
it's actually a poem
And it's absolutely beautiful and I can't believe her
I hope to leave it to you.
Dear thoughts are my mind
and my soul it soars enchanted
As I hear the sweet lark sing
in the clear air of the day
For a tender beaming smile
to my hope has been granted
And tomorrow
he shall hear all my fond heart longs to say.
I will tell him all my love
all my soul's pure adoration
And I know he will hear my voice
and he will not answer me nay
It is this that gives my soul
all it's joyous elation
As I hear the sweet lark sing
In the clear air of the day.
It is this that gives my soul
all it's joyous elation
As I hear the sweet lark sing
in the clear air of the day.
Welcome
what's day one more song that was called to Craigie Hill and this song to young lovers.
But he held off to make to fender the fin for engineer but the reality back to their
But news day is a one-way ticket and most people will never return.
It being in the springtime
and the small birds they were singing
Down by yon shady harbour.
I carelessly did stray
The the thrushes they were warbling
The violets they were charming
To view fond lovers talking
a while I did delay.
She said my dear don't leave me
all for another season
Though fortune does be pleasing
I 'll go along with you
I 'll forsake friends and relations and bid this Irish nation.
And to the bonny Bann banks forever I'll bid adieu
He said my dear don't grieve or yet annoy my patience.
You know I love you dearly the more I'm going away
I'm going to a foreign nation to purchase a plantation
To comfort us hereafter all in America
Then after a short while a fortune does be pleasing
It'll cause them for to smile at our late going away
We'll be happy as Queen Victoria all in her greatest glory
We'll be drinking wine and porter all in America.
If you were in your bed lying and thinking on dying.
The sight of the lovely Bann banks your sorrow you'd give over.
Or if you were down one hour down in yon shady bower.
Pleasure would surround you you'd think on death no more.
Then fare you well sweet Craigie Hill where often times I've roved.
I never thought my childhood days I'd part you any more
Now we're sailing on the ocean for honour and promotion.
And the bonny boats are sailing way down by Doorin shore .
Oh......
Thank you
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