It was a friday in april 1986, The day that nightmare begun, When the dust it fell down on our buildings and streets, And entered our buildings at noon
an apartment in the city Me and Loretta liked living there Well it's been years since the kid's have grown A life of their own and left us alone John
Flow gently sweet afton : to barbara mcpherson Flow gently sweet afton among the green braes Flow gently I'll sing thee a song of thy praise My marys
I don't have to look any further Like I always used to do No searching for some other unknown mystic lover Now I've found the perfect friend in you There
Lo how a rose e'er blooming From tender stem hath sprung Of jesse's lineage coming As seers of old have sung It came a blossom bright Amid the cold of
Away, ye gay landscapes, ye gardens of roses! In you let the minions of luxury rove; Restore me the rocks where the snow-flake reposes, Though they are
I have heard the Mavis singing His love song to the moon I have seen the dewdrop clinging To the rose just nearly born But a sweeter song has cheer'd
If you ever go across the sea to Ireland Then maybe at the closing of your day You will sit and watch the moon rise over Claddagh And see the sun go down
There's a spot in me heart which no colleen may own There's a depth in me soul never sounded or known There's a place in my memory, my life that you fill
My bonnie : (duet with briar boake) to lynn liddell My bonnie lies over the ocean My bonnie lies over the sea My bonnie lies over the ocean Bring back
Far frae my hame I wander but still my thoughts return To my ain folk over yonder in the sheiling by the burn I see the cosy ingle and the mist upon the
O, my love is like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June O, my love is like a melody That's sweetly played in tune So fair art thou, my bonnie
You could shoot off a cannon Down the middle of bond And attract no attention in downtown st. john's This getting nowhere is getting to me Wondering where
For all our languages we can't communicate For all our native tongues we're all native here Sons of their fathers' dream the same dream The sound of forbidden
Away in a manger, Angels from the realms of glory Good king wenceslas In dulci jubilo
O little town of Bethlehem How still we see thee lie? Above thy deep and dreamless sleep The silent stars go by Yet in thy dark streets shineth The ever
O holy night The stars are brightly shining It is the night Of the dear saviour's birth Long lay the world In sin and error pining 'til he appeared And
Here, making each day of the year Changing my life with a wave of her hand Nobody can deny that there's something there There running my hands through