Wayfaring Stranger

marzo 1, 2010 by quoyle  
Inserito nella categoria Archi, Blog, Contrabasso, Strumenti Musicali

I’m just a poor wayfaring stranger
trav’ling through this world of woe.
there’s no sickness, toil nor danger
In that bright world to which I go.
I’m going there to meet my father
I’m going there no more to roam;
I am just going over Jordan
I am just going over home.

I know dark clouds will gather o’er me
I know my pathway’s rough and steep;
But golden fields lie out before me
Where weary eyes no more shall weep.
I’m going there to see my mother
She said she’d meet me when I come
I am just going over Jordan
I am just going over home.

On Air: Charlie Haden Wayfaring Stranger (The art of the song)

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My wild irish rose

dicembre 6, 2009 by quoyle  
Inserito nella categoria Blog, Focuson, Intervals, Nord

My Wild Irish Rose,
The sweetest flow’r that grows,
You may search ev’rywhere,
But none can compare
With My Wild Irish Rose.
My Wild Irish Rose,
The dearest flow’r that grows,
And some day for my sake,
She may let me take
The bloom from My Wild Irish Rose.
(Traditional Irish Song)

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On Air: Quoyle My Wild Irish Rose

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Black is the color of my true love’s hair

febbraio 16, 2008 by quoyle  
Inserito nella categoria Blog, My Music, Standards

Ireland

words and music traditional

Black is the color of my true love’s hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She has the sweetest smile 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 I wish the day, it soon will come
That she and I will be as one

I’ll go to the Clyde and I’ll mourn and weep
Where satisfied I never shall be
I’ll write her a letter, just a few short lines
And suffer death ten thousand times

On Air: Quoyle – Black is the colour of my love’s true hair (Irish Folk Song)

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