Harry Hibbs - My Lovely Irish Rose (1969) | Текст песни

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A winding river winds its way close to an Irish home
To mingle with Trabreega Bay where flows the waters foam
‘Twas on a spot close to the cot where the river gently flows
That I bid farewell to my own dear girl my lovely Irish rose.

Oh Carn fair beyond compare I never will forget
Oh Carn fair beyond compare I think I see it yet
From Moville Bay we sailed away just as the evening close
And I waved my hand to the dear old land and my lovely Irish rose.

The strangers‘ land is fair to see the strangers too are kind
But sure there’s none I can compare with the girl I left behind
I’d rather stray by old Mill Brae where sweet the green grass grows
On a summer’s night with my heart’s delight my lovely Irish rose.

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