歌曲 | Róisín Dubh (Black Rose): A Rock Legend |
歌手 | Northern Kings |
专辑 | Rethroned |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Tell me the legends of long ago | |
When the kings and queens would dance in the realm of the Black Rose | |
Play me the melodies I want to know | |
So I can teach my children, oh | |
Pray tell me the story of young C£ Chulainn | |
How his eyes were dark his expression sullen | |
And how he'd fight and always won | |
And how they cried when he was fallen | |
Oh tell me the story of the Queen of this land | |
And how her sons died at her own hand | |
And how fools obey commands | |
Oh tell me the legends of long ago | |
Where the mountains of Mourne come down to the sea | |
Will she no come back to me | |
Will she no come back to me | |
Oh Shenandoah I hear you calling | |
Far away you rolling river | |
Roll down the mountain side | |
On down on down go lassie go | |
Oh Tell me the legends of long ago | |
When the kings and queens would dance in the realms of the Black Rose | |
Play me the melodies so I might know | |
So I can tell my children, oh | |
My Roisin Dubh is my one and only true love | |
It was a joy that Joyce brought to me | |
While William Butler waits | |
And Oscar, he's going Wilde | |
Ah sure, Brendan where have you Behan? | |
Looking for a girl with green eyes | |
My dark Rosaleen is my only colleen | |
That Georgie knows Best | |
But Van is the man | |
Starvation once again | |
Drinking whiskey in the jar-o | |
Synge's Playboy of the Western World | |
As Shaw, Sean I was born and reared there | |
Where the Mountains of Mourne come down to the sea | |
Is such a long, long way from Tipperary |
Tell me the legends of long ago | |
When the kings and queens would dance in the realm of the Black Rose | |
Play me the melodies I want to know | |
So I can teach my children, oh | |
Pray tell me the story of young C Chulainn | |
How his eyes were dark his expression sullen | |
And how he' d fight and always won | |
And how they cried when he was fallen | |
Oh tell me the story of the Queen of this land | |
And how her sons died at her own hand | |
And how fools obey commands | |
Oh tell me the legends of long ago | |
Where the mountains of Mourne come down to the sea | |
Will she no come back to me | |
Will she no come back to me | |
Oh Shenandoah I hear you calling | |
Far away you rolling river | |
Roll down the mountain side | |
On down on down go lassie go | |
Oh Tell me the legends of long ago | |
When the kings and queens would dance in the realms of the Black Rose | |
Play me the melodies so I might know | |
So I can tell my children, oh | |
My Roisin Dubh is my one and only true love | |
It was a joy that Joyce brought to me | |
While William Butler waits | |
And Oscar, he' s going Wilde | |
Ah sure, Brendan where have you Behan? | |
Looking for a girl with green eyes | |
My dark Rosaleen is my only colleen | |
That Georgie knows Best | |
But Van is the man | |
Starvation once again | |
Drinking whiskey in the jaro | |
Synge' s Playboy of the Western World | |
As Shaw, Sean I was born and reared there | |
Where the Mountains of Mourne come down to the sea | |
Is such a long, long way from Tipperary |
Tell me the legends of long ago | |
When the kings and queens would dance in the realm of the Black Rose | |
Play me the melodies I want to know | |
So I can teach my children, oh | |
Pray tell me the story of young C Chulainn | |
How his eyes were dark his expression sullen | |
And how he' d fight and always won | |
And how they cried when he was fallen | |
Oh tell me the story of the Queen of this land | |
And how her sons died at her own hand | |
And how fools obey commands | |
Oh tell me the legends of long ago | |
Where the mountains of Mourne come down to the sea | |
Will she no come back to me | |
Will she no come back to me | |
Oh Shenandoah I hear you calling | |
Far away you rolling river | |
Roll down the mountain side | |
On down on down go lassie go | |
Oh Tell me the legends of long ago | |
When the kings and queens would dance in the realms of the Black Rose | |
Play me the melodies so I might know | |
So I can tell my children, oh | |
My Roisin Dubh is my one and only true love | |
It was a joy that Joyce brought to me | |
While William Butler waits | |
And Oscar, he' s going Wilde | |
Ah sure, Brendan where have you Behan? | |
Looking for a girl with green eyes | |
My dark Rosaleen is my only colleen | |
That Georgie knows Best | |
But Van is the man | |
Starvation once again | |
Drinking whiskey in the jaro | |
Synge' s Playboy of the Western World | |
As Shaw, Sean I was born and reared there | |
Where the Mountains of Mourne come down to the sea | |
Is such a long, long way from Tipperary |