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Dale Don Dale (Don Omar) · Playlist: The Very Best of Heather Headley (Heather Headley) · The Heather's on Fire (Orange Juice) · Purple Heather (Rod Stewart) · Dear Heather (Leonard Cohen) · Do You Hear...Christmas With Heather, Cookie & Raylene Rankin (The Rankin Family) · Dale Crover (Melvins) · Dale's Wail [Proper] (Roy Eldridge) · Jimmie Dale Gilmore (Jimmie Dale Gilmore) · Dale Cara a la Vida (Tito Nieves) – and 90 other albums »


that dies! 

And so I pray when they reach you, if they can teach you 
All that is in my heart 
My spray of tulips and heather, bring us together 
Never
the cabin
And see the sun go down on Galway Bay

For the breezes blowing over the seas from Ireland
Are perfumed by the heather as they blow
the cabin
And see the sun go down on Galway Bay

For the breezes blowing over the seas from Ireland
Are perfumed by the heather as they blow
And the women in
a cabin
And watch the barefoot gosoons at their play.
For the breezes blowing o'er the sea to Ireland,
are perfumed by the heather as they blow.
go down on Galway Bay

For the breezes blowing o'er the sea to Ireland
Are perfumed by the heather as they blow
And the women in the uplands
the cabin
And watch the barefoot gossoons at their play

For the breezes blowing o'er the seas from Ireland
Are perfumed by the heather as they blow
by the drag of the moon
We ran through the forest
And we ran through the streams
And we ran through the heather
Though we ran in our dreams
sleeping
Controlled by the drag of the moon

We ran through the forests
And we ran through the streams
We ran through the heather
'Til we ran in our
sleeping
Controlled by the drag of the moon

We ran through the forests
And we ran through the streams
We ran through the heather
Though we ran in our
Away from the kill

One day we'll reach a great ocean
At the end of a pale afternoon
And we lay down our heads just like we were sleeping
Controlled by
you robbed of their birthright
"To hell or Connaught" may you burn in hell tonight

Of one such man I'd like to speak a rapparee by name and deed
His
on the heather
And into the soil
We were mystics balancing
On the plunge of knowledge
Ready to fall in ecstasy
Of retire smart stupidity
After a one-night stand
heather 
And hear the westwind cry 
To know that's where the rapparee must die 

Since Cromwell pushed us westward 
To live our lowly lives 
There's
heather 
And hear the westwind cry 
To know that's where the rapparee must die 

Since Cromwell pushed us westward 
To live our lowly lives 
There's
knocking at your door
So open up let me in lets get nasty if you want to
I'll freak dat butt like a filt by Heather Hunter
Touch you touch you I might
by the heather as they bloom
And the women in the uplands diggin' praties

Speak a language that the strangers do not know
For the stranger came
heather 
And hear the westwind cry 
To know that's where the rapparee must die 

Since Cromwell pushed us westward 
To live our lowly lives 
There's
heather 
And hear the west wind cry 
To know that's where the rapparee must die 

Since Cromwell pushed us westward 
To live our lowly lives 
There's
in the cabin, 
And watch the barefoot gossoons at their play, 

For the breezes blowing over the seas from Ireland, 
Are perfumed by the heather
Rings out to awaken the echoes
And tell us the morning has come.
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Recorded by Clancys, Patrick Galvin
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Rings out to awaken the echoes
And tell us the morning has come.
Cho:
Recorded by Clancys, Patrick Galvin
Filename[ MENWEST
Play.exe ROSINBOW
RG
a cavern 
And watch the bare-foot gossems at their play. 

Oh the breeze is blowing o'er the sea from Ireland 
Are perfumed by the heather as they blow
the cabin
And see the sun go down on Galway Bay

For the breezes blowing over the seas from Ireland
Are perfumed by the heather as they blow
And the women in
the cabin,
And watch the barefoot gosoons at their play. 

For the breezes blowin' o'er the sea from Ireland
Are perfumed by the heather as they blow
the cabin
And see the sun go down on Galway Bay

For the breezes blowing over the seas from Ireland
Are perfumed by the heather as they blow
And the women in