There were magic nights in the lobby bar when Brendan Ring played Madame Bonaparte And every note that the piper would play would send me away send me away Away through the window, away in the rain, over the city, away in the air To a field by the river where the trees are so green, the deepest of green that you've ever seen Where once you have been you can go back again, you can go anytime, you can go anytime Cause it's only in your mind
There were magic nights in the lobby bar with Ricky Lynch and his golden guitar Singin' Autumn in Mayfield and the barley was ripe and the harvest moon was low in the sky We were children, our mothers were young, and fathers were tall and kind And every note Ricky Lynch would play would send me away, send me away Away through the window, away in the rain, over the city, away in the air To a field by a river where the trees are so green, the deepest of green that you've ever seen Where once you have been you can go back again, you can go anytime, you can go anytime Cause it's only in your mind
There were magic nights in the lobby bar when Ger Wolfe would sing like a lark Singing Winter hung her coat on a hanger of dark Singing I am the blood of Eireann spilled in a lonely cave And I am the flower of Ireland adrift on the ocean wave And I am the lark of Mayfield tumbling down the hill I am the child of Summer and I can remember it still And every note that Ger Wolfe would play would send me away, send me away Away through the window, away in the rain, over the city, away in the air To a field by a river where the trees are so green, the deepest of green that you've ever seen Where once you have been you can go back again, you can go anytime, you can go anytime Cause it's only in your mind
It was Autumn in Mayfield and the barley was ripe and the harvest moon was low in the sky We were children, our mothers were young, and fathers were tall and kindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
