Sunday, March 17, 2019

Easing Listening for a Sunday Afternoon

The Irish Tenors







Come over the hills, my bonnie Irish lass
 Come over the hills to your darling 
You choose the rose, love, and I'll make the vow 
And I'll be your true love forever
 Red is the rose that in your garden grows 
Fair is the lily of the valley
 Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne
 But my love is fairer than any
 'Twas down by Killarney's green woods that we strayed 
The moon and the stars they were shining 
The moon shone its rays on her locks of golden hair
 And she swore she'd be my love forever
 Red is the rose that in your garden grows
 Fair is the lily of the valley 
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne
 But my love is fairer than any
 It's not for the parting that my sister pains
 It's not for the grief of my mother
 'Tis all for the loss of my bonny Irish lass
 That my heart is breaking forever
 Red is the rose that in your garden grows
 Fair is the lily of the valley 
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne
 But my love is fairer than any 
 My love is fairer than any

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Enjoy!
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