Biografía:
Uma lenda do folk irlandês e um dos fundadores do The Dubliners . Luke Kelly também ficou sendo conhecido como “O Trovador de Dublin”, nome de uma canção composta em sua homenagem.
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Otras canciones:
- Black Velvet Band
- Bunclody
- Come My Little Son
- Dirty Old Town
- Gartan Mothers Lullaby
- Im A Rover
- Jail Of Cluain Meala
- Joe Hill
- Lifeboat Mona
- On Raglan Road
- Raglan Road
- School Days Over
- Scorn Not His Simplicity
- Song For Ireland
- Take Her Up To Monto
- The Auld Triangle
- The Nightingale
- The Scoals Of Herring
- The Sun Is Burning
- The Unquiet Grave
- The Wild Rover
¡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!
C Em Am F G C
Sleep my child, for the red bee hums the silent twilight's fall
C Em Am F Em F
Aoibheall from the grey rock comes, to wrap the world in thrall
C Em Am F Em F
A leanbhan O, my child, my joy, my love my heart's desire
F Em Am F G C
The cricket sings your a lullaby, beside the dying fire.
Dusk is drawn and the Green Man's thorn is wreathed in rings of fog
Siabhra sails his boat till morn, upon the Starry Bog
A leanbhan O, the paly moon hath brimmed her cusp in dew
And weeps to hear the sad sleep-tune, I sing O love to you.
Faintly sweet doth the chapel bell, ring o'er the valley dim
Tearmann's peasant voices swell, in fragrant evening hymn
A leanbhan O, the low bell rings, my little lamb to rest
And angel-dreams till morning sings, its music in your breast.
Pronunciation-
Aoibheall- Ee-vall
Leanbhan- Lyan-van
Siabhra- Shee-vra
Tearmann- Char-muns
The words are gaelic, so they are a wee bit different then what you would expect
to pronounce them... but there they are!!!
If there is anything wrong with it please let me know!
Sleep my child, for the red bee hums the silent twilight's fall
C Em Am F Em F
Aoibheall from the grey rock comes, to wrap the world in thrall
C Em Am F Em F
A leanbhan O, my child, my joy, my love my heart's desire
F Em Am F G C
The cricket sings your a lullaby, beside the dying fire.
Dusk is drawn and the Green Man's thorn is wreathed in rings of fog
Siabhra sails his boat till morn, upon the Starry Bog
A leanbhan O, the paly moon hath brimmed her cusp in dew
And weeps to hear the sad sleep-tune, I sing O love to you.
Faintly sweet doth the chapel bell, ring o'er the valley dim
Tearmann's peasant voices swell, in fragrant evening hymn
A leanbhan O, the low bell rings, my little lamb to rest
And angel-dreams till morning sings, its music in your breast.
Pronunciation-
Aoibheall- Ee-vall
Leanbhan- Lyan-van
Siabhra- Shee-vra
Tearmann- Char-muns
The words are gaelic, so they are a wee bit different then what you would expect
to pronounce them... but there they are!!!
If there is anything wrong with it please let me know!
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