Biografía:
Cathie Ryan is a singer and bodhrán player from Detroit, Michigan. Her parents came from Ireland and she is generally seen as an Irish or Celtic musician.
She moved to New York City at age seventeen in order to attend Fordham University. After her divorce her music career began and she joined Cherish the Ladies in 1987. She acted as lead singer at times and in 1995 she started her solo career. Most of her albums were released by Shanachie Records.
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Otras canciones:
- As The Evening Declines
- At The Foot Of Knocknarea
- Be Like The Sea
- Carrick
- Daddy
- Dark Moll Of The Glen
- Eveline
- Fare Thee Well
- Follow The Heron
- Garden Valley
- Go From My Window
- Home Sweet Home
- Im Going Back
- In My Tribe
- In The Wishing Well
- Its A Long Road That Has No Turn
- Libertys Sweet Shore
- Love And Freedom
- May The Road Rise To Meet You
- Ned Of The Hill
- Rathlin Island
- Rock Me To Sleep Mother
- Rough And Rocky
- Shades Of Gloria
- So Heres To You
- Somewhere Along The Road
- The 12Th Of July
- The Lights Of San Francisco
- The Wild Flowers
- Understanding Love
- What Will You Do Love
- When Detroit Was Burning
- White Dress
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Intro]
Bm E A Bm A
Bm E A Bm A
[Verse]
Bm A
At the foot of Knocknarea I pick up a stone
G F#m
To carry to the top with all my troubles
Bm A
I'll lay it on Maeve's cairn, high upon that mound
G F#7
Stone upon hard stone I'll lay it down
D A Bm F#m
I have a man at home who wants more than I can give
D A G F#m
And a child who needs at least that much and better
[Chorus]
Bm
My heart is pulled tight, Maeve
A
In this home that I have made
G
At the foot of Knocknarea
[Verse]
Bm A
I hear a music play as great as any love
G F#m
I carry for my husband and my daughter
Bm A
It calls me from their reach, I look back with no ease
G F#7
Can they stay awhile alone and leave me be?
D A Bm F#m
"No," says the voice that answers in my head
D A G F#m
It's the voice that has been droning on forever__
[Chorus]
Bm
It's my mother's music, Maeve
A
I sing with it always
G
As I climb up Knocknarea
[Bridge]
D A Em A
And the wind, it does rage here on Knocknarea
D A Bm F#m
It's a rage that I've learned all too well
Bm
I will speak the truth from now
A
And show my young girl how
G E7
For her voice depends on mine
[Verse]
Bm A
At the foot of Knocknarea I pick up a stone
G F#m
To carry to the top with all my troubles
Bm A
I'll lay it on Maeve's cairn, high upon that mound
G F#7
Stone upon hard stone I'll lay it down
Bm A
At the foot of Knocknarea I pick up a stone
Bm E A Bm A
Bm E A Bm A
[Verse]
Bm A
At the foot of Knocknarea I pick up a stone
G F#m
To carry to the top with all my troubles
Bm A
I'll lay it on Maeve's cairn, high upon that mound
G F#7
Stone upon hard stone I'll lay it down
D A Bm F#m
I have a man at home who wants more than I can give
D A G F#m
And a child who needs at least that much and better
[Chorus]
Bm
My heart is pulled tight, Maeve
A
In this home that I have made
G
At the foot of Knocknarea
[Verse]
Bm A
I hear a music play as great as any love
G F#m
I carry for my husband and my daughter
Bm A
It calls me from their reach, I look back with no ease
G F#7
Can they stay awhile alone and leave me be?
D A Bm F#m
"No," says the voice that answers in my head
D A G F#m
It's the voice that has been droning on forever__
[Chorus]
Bm
It's my mother's music, Maeve
A
I sing with it always
G
As I climb up Knocknarea
[Bridge]
D A Em A
And the wind, it does rage here on Knocknarea
D A Bm F#m
It's a rage that I've learned all too well
Bm
I will speak the truth from now
A
And show my young girl how
G E7
For her voice depends on mine
[Verse]
Bm A
At the foot of Knocknarea I pick up a stone
G F#m
To carry to the top with all my troubles
Bm A
I'll lay it on Maeve's cairn, high upon that mound
G F#7
Stone upon hard stone I'll lay it down
Bm A
At the foot of Knocknarea I pick up a stone
Cathy Jane
Cathy Perrin
Catie Curtis
Catrien Maxwell
Cats Eyes