Song | Thousands Are Sailing |
Artist | Liam Neeson |
Album | Winter's Crossing (with Phil Coulter) |
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[00:25.54] | It is the month of September |
[00:28.42] | in the year 1866 |
[00:30.71] | an english gentleman Edwin war |
[00:33.25] | who was traveling through the north of Ireland |
[00:35.49] | road home to his family |
[00:43.10] | I was at the Baleny station the other day |
[00:45.85] | when I saw a distressing scene |
[00:48.25] | a company of start young peasants were leaving by the train for Londonderry |
[00:52.62] | from where they were to take shipping for America |
[00:56.61] | The whole platform was crowded with their friends and relatives |
[01:00.11] | all simple rustic folk |
[01:02.15] | Form hooray headed age leaning upon the staff |
[01:05.09] | to the unconscious infant crowing in his mather’s arms |
[01:09.27] | The parting scene was painfully tarting. |
[01:32.98] | Every eye was drowned in tears |
[01:35.78] | and wild unrestrained cries of affection |
[01:38.82] | as they embraced each other again and again |
[01:41.77] | moved even the porters |
[01:43.66] | to whom such scenes were familiar. |
[01:54.36] | As the train began to move slowly away |
[01:57.25]2 or 3 of those upon the platform clung[01:59.35] | screaming to the carriage stores |
[02:03.38] | until dragged away |
[02:08.27] | And amongst the wild out cry that rows who were left behind |
[02:13.17] | One poor woman fell back |
[02:15.26] | upon the seat against the wall |
[02:17.25] | wailing |
[02:18.59] | oh my darling my darling |
[02:21.78] | Whilst an old white headed man hard by |
[02:24.47] | dropped down on his knees |
[02:26.56] | with up lifted arms cried |
[02:29.20] | oh may the hand of bliss of god be about thee |
[02:33.73] | my own son |
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[00:25.54] | It is the month of September |
[00:28.42] | in the year 1866 |
[00:30.71] | an english gentleman Edwin war |
[00:33.25] | who was traveling through the north of Ireland |
[00:35.49] | road home to his family |
[00:43.10] | I was at the Baleny station the other day |
[00:45.85] | when I saw a distressing scene |
[00:48.25] | a company of start young peasants were leaving by the train for Londonderry |
[00:52.62] | from where they were to take shipping for America |
[00:56.61] | The whole platform was crowded with their friends and relatives |
[01:00.11] | all simple rustic folk |
[01:02.15] | Form hooray headed age leaning upon the staff |
[01:05.09] | to the unconscious infant crowing in his mather' s arms |
[01:09.27] | The parting scene was painfully tarting. |
[01:32.98] | Every eye was drowned in tears |
[01:35.78] | and wild unrestrained cries of affection |
[01:38.82] | as they embraced each other again and again |
[01:41.77] | moved even the porters |
[01:43.66] | to whom such scenes were familiar. |
[01:54.36] | As the train began to move slowly away |
[01:57.25]2 or 3 of those upon the platform clung[01:59.35] | screaming to the carriage stores |
[02:03.38] | until dragged away |
[02:08.27] | And amongst the wild out cry that rows who were left behind |
[02:13.17] | One poor woman fell back |
[02:15.26] | upon the seat against the wall |
[02:17.25] | wailing |
[02:18.59] | oh my darling my darling |
[02:21.78] | Whilst an old white headed man hard by |
[02:24.47] | dropped down on his knees |
[02:26.56] | with up lifted arms cried |
[02:29.20] | oh may the hand of bliss of god be about thee |
[02:33.73] | my own son |
ti: | |
ar: | |
al: | |
[00:25.54] | It is the month of September |
[00:28.42] | in the year 1866 |
[00:30.71] | an english gentleman Edwin war |
[00:33.25] | who was traveling through the north of Ireland |
[00:35.49] | road home to his family |
[00:43.10] | I was at the Baleny station the other day |
[00:45.85] | when I saw a distressing scene |
[00:48.25] | a company of start young peasants were leaving by the train for Londonderry |
[00:52.62] | from where they were to take shipping for America |
[00:56.61] | The whole platform was crowded with their friends and relatives |
[01:00.11] | all simple rustic folk |
[01:02.15] | Form hooray headed age leaning upon the staff |
[01:05.09] | to the unconscious infant crowing in his mather' s arms |
[01:09.27] | The parting scene was painfully tarting. |
[01:32.98] | Every eye was drowned in tears |
[01:35.78] | and wild unrestrained cries of affection |
[01:38.82] | as they embraced each other again and again |
[01:41.77] | moved even the porters |
[01:43.66] | to whom such scenes were familiar. |
[01:54.36] | As the train began to move slowly away |
[01:57.25]2 or 3 of those upon the platform clung[01:59.35] | screaming to the carriage stores |
[02:03.38] | until dragged away |
[02:08.27] | And amongst the wild out cry that rows who were left behind |
[02:13.17] | One poor woman fell back |
[02:15.26] | upon the seat against the wall |
[02:17.25] | wailing |
[02:18.59] | oh my darling my darling |
[02:21.78] | Whilst an old white headed man hard by |
[02:24.47] | dropped down on his knees |
[02:26.56] | with up lifted arms cried |
[02:29.20] | oh may the hand of bliss of god be about thee |
[02:33.73] | my own son |