Paroles Aisling de Shane Macgowan & The Popes

Shane Macgowan & The Popes
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Textes et Paroles de Aisling



See the moon is once more rising
Above our land of black and green
Hear the rebel's voice a-calling
I shall not die though you bury me
Hear the aunt in bed a-dying
Where is my Johnny
Faded pictures in the hallway
Which one of these brown ghosts is he

Fare thee well, my black haired diamond
Fare thee well my own Aisling
Thoughts and dreams of you will haunt me
'Till I come back home again

The wind it blows to the north and south
It blows to the east and west
I'll be just like that wind my love
For I will have no rest
'Till I return to thee

Bless the wind that shakes the barley
Curse the spade and curse the plough
Waking in the morning early
I wish to Hell I was with you now
One, two, three, four telephone poles
Give me a cup of sweet poitin
Madness from the mountains crawling
When I first met you, my own Aisling

Fare thee well, my black haired diamond
Fare thee well my own Aisling
Thoughts and dreams of you will haunt me
'Till I come back home again

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