n\u00edl an taifead seo ar f\u00e1il faoi l\u00e1thair<\/p>\n
view \/ hide recording details [+\/-]<\/span><\/p>\n Well, this is about an emigrant who was in New York and he was looking back, how it broke his mother’s heart that he had to go away and he was thinking of the turf fire burning at home at night while he was in a foreign land.<\/p>\n At the setting of the sun, when my daily work was done Oh Erin gr\u00e1 mo chro\u00ed1<\/sup>, you’re the only land for me The turf will burn bright on the hearth at home tonight Chorus<\/p>\n It broke my mother’s heart when from her I went to part Chorus<\/p>\n This what I call Erin gr\u00e1 mo chro\u00ed, which means Ireland, Love of my Heart… Most of the songs I sing, first of all are Gaelic, secondly they are sad, because at the time these songs were composed and made, it was a crime to speak the Gaelic language. It was an offence under sentence of death to speak the Gaelic language and, of course, the people were persecuted in every way if they did speak the Gaelic language… That’s why all the songs are sad. Mostly about people who suffered, you know, all the time. Because, I’m afraid they had nothing to laugh about them times.<\/p>\n 1. Love of my heart.<\/p>\n\n
\nI wandered to the sea shore for a walk
\nI being all alone, I sat down upon a stone
\nTo gaze on the scenery of New York.<\/p>\n
\nYou’re the fairest spot my eyes did e’er behold
\nYou’re the bright star of the west, and the land St Patrick blessed
\nYou’re far dearer than silver or of gold.<\/p>\n
\nThe snowflakes will fall fast on a winter’s day
\nSt Patrick’s day will come and the shamrock will be worn
\nIn my own native isle so far away.<\/p>\n
\nWill I ever see my darling any more?
\nNot until my bones are laid in a cold and silent grave
\nIn my own native isle so far away.<\/p>\nNotes<\/h2>\n