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*sings*How can the small flowers grow,
If the wild winds blow,
And the cold snow is all around?
Where will the frail birds fly,
If their homes on high,
Have been torn down to the ground?
Lift the wings,
That carry me away from here and,
Fill the sail,
That breaks the line to home.
But when I'm miles and miles apart from you,
I'm beside you, when I think of you,
a Stóirín, a Grá.
How can a tree stand tall,
If the rain won't fall,
To wash its branches down?
How can a heart survive,
Can it stay alive,
If its love's denied for long?
Lift the wings,
That carry me away from here and,
Fill the sail,
That breaks the line to home.
But when I'm miles and miles apart from you,
I'm beside you, when I think of you,
a Stóirín,
And I'm with you as I dream of you,
a Stóirín,
And a song will bring you near to me,
a Stóirín, a Gr
This is from an amazing show called River dance. It is so beautiful I reilized what the words were and started to bawl. I miss home and my friends in Oregon so much I miss my family and my 2 close friends from yamhill county and I want to see them soon but I don't know how to get there and back fast enough. Watashi no Oka san ni Aitainda honto ni...... watashi mo kaite ni ... kikitanda I may not have said that right but you can get the gist of it
*sings again*High in the sky through the clouds and rain
Every familiar field seems like an old friend
When every hand that you shake is like a warm embrace
Could only be one sweet place
Home and the heartland
Sing out your songs and
Ring out your stories and rhymes
Weave from your dreams
The mystical dances that lead us to
Bind in heart and mind
As we circle the world with our wandering airs
Gathering here and there, leaving behind our share
Like the leaves in the wind, they are blown along
Melodies rising from
Home and the heartland
Sing out your songs and
Ring out your stories and rhymes
Weave from your dreams
The mystical dances that lead us to
Bind in heart and mind
this is another good cry song
In the deep night
From a dark space
I hear voices calling out in heartache
They are wounded
They are broken
But their spirit rises when awoken
Yes, they may be poor in birth -- but
Yes, how great each one is worth
Heal their Hearts
Feed their Souls
Their live can be golden if your love enfolds
In their dreamtimes
In their visions
How they always hunger after freedom
Every hard load
Every dark road
Leads them on to reach a new horizon
Yes, they may be poor in birth -- but
Yes, how great each one is worth
Heal their Hearts
Feed their Souls
Their lives can be golden if your love enfolds.
 Kurai_Yamino · Fri Aug 04, 2006 @ 08:48am · 1 Comments |
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