| 1. Solas - I Am A Maid That Sleeps In Love |
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I am a maid that sleeps in love and cannot feel my pain For once I had a sweetheart, and Johnny was his name And if I cannot find him, I'll wander...
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| 2. Solas - Erin |
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Wake up, oh wake up, don't sleep, please I had another one of those dreams Where your feet are bound together And the tin man is spinning again Hold...
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| 3. Solas - Sraid An Chloig |
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N?inic a chuimhn?anois ort Ach inni? do bhreithe Braithim uaim ceirn?do ghutha Gona h-aorian clamhs? Is do chro?thl?he Gona chl?h str?he Dialaim d?...
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| 4. Solas - Pastures Of Plenty |
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It's a mighty hard row my poor hands have hoed My poor feet have travelled this hot dusty road Out of your dustbowl and westward we roam Through...
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| 5. Solas - A Chomaraigh Aoibhinn O |
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Mo bheannacht ? chro?r>Dod' thir 's dod' shl?hte A chomaraigh aoibhinn ?>Is dod' mhuintir shuairc Ar dual d? f?e A chomaraigh aoibhinn ?>Do shruth?...
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| 6. Solas - Song Of Choice |
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Early every year the seeds are growing Unseen, unheard, they lie beneath the ground Would you know before the leaves are showing That with weeds all...
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| 7. Solas - On A Sea Of Fleur De Lis |
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I adore thee, Mother Mary But would you change me back to a witch? Let me live in the arms of a sorry old elm Give the gypsy moths a realm of their...
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| 8. Solas - Lowground |
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Hit the asphalt hard, gone burning down Spit and broken teeth, blood on the ground Raw are the hours, blackened out is the sun My lover is gone, my...
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| 9. Solas - The Night Visit |
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I must away, love, no longer tarry This roaring tempest I have to cross I must be guided without a fall Into the arms I love the best When he came...
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| 10. Solas - The Grey Selchie |
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In Norwa there sits a maid "Byloo, my baby," she begins "Little know I my child's father For if land or sea he's living in" Then there arose at her...
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| 11. Solas - The Ploughman |
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Well, a plowman dresses fine, he drinks strong ale and wine And the best of tobacco he does smoke Pretty maids don't think amiss a plowman for to...
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