Biografia:
Christopher Andrew 'Christy' Moore (born 7 May 1945, Newbridge, County Kildare, Ireland) is a popular Irish folk singer, songwriter, and guitarist. He is well known as one of the founding members of Planxty. His first album, Paddy on the Road (a minor release of 500) was recorded with Dominic Behan (brother of Brendan) in 1969. In 2007, he was named as Ireland's greatest living musician in RTÉ's People of the Year Awards[1].
Moore was originally a bank employee who wanted to express himself using traditional music.
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Outras músicas:
- Natives
- Spancil Hill
- The Lakes Of Pontchartrain
- A Pair Of Brown Eyes
- Aisling
- All I Remember
- Allende
- Among The Wicklow Hills
- Apair Of Brown Eyes
- Arthur Macbride
- As I Roved Out
- Back Home In Derry
- Barrowland
- Biko Drum
- Black Is The Colour
- Black Jack County Chain
- Bright Blue Rose
- Casey
- City Of Chicago
- Cliffs Of Dooneen
- Continental Ceili
- Cry Like A Man
- Delirium Tremens
- Does This Train Stop On Merseyside
- Dunnes Stores
- El Salvador
- Fairytale Of New York
- Faithful Departed
- Follow Me Up To Carlow
- Galtee Mountain Boy
- Go Move Shift
- Hey Sandy
- Irish Ways And Irish Laws
- John Odreams
- Johnny Dont Go To Ballincollig
- Joxer Goes To Stuttgart
- Lakes Of Pontchartrain
- Lisdoonvarna And Ill Tell Me Ma
- Little Musgrave
- Mary From Dungloe
- Matty
- Missing You
- Motherland
- My Little Honda 50
- Nancy Spain
- No Time For Love
- North And South Of The River
- On Morecambe Bay
- One Last Cold Kiss
- Only Our Rivers Run Free
- Ordinary Man
- Quiet Desperation
- Reel In The Flickering Light
- Ride On
- Scapegoats
- Smoke And Strong Whiskey
- So Do I
- St Brendans Voyage
- The Boy From Tamlaghduff
- The Contender
- The Craic Was Ninety In The Isle Of Man
- The Curragh Of Kildare
- The Dying Soldier
- The Mad Lady And Me
- The Night Visit
- The Time Has Come
- The Two Conneeleys
- The Voyage
- They Never Came Home
- Tyrone Boys
- Veronica
- Viva La Quinta Brigada
- Weekend In Amsterdam
- Welcome To The Cabaret
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
Am
C
See the bright new moon is rising,
F C G
Above the land of black and green
C
Hear the rebels voices calling,
F C G C
I will not die 'till you bury me
C F C
The aunt upstairs in the bed she is calling,
F C G
Why has he forsaken me
C F C
Faded pictures in the hallway,
F C G C
Which one of them brown ghosts is he
C
Bless the wind that shakes the barley,
F C G
Curse the spade and curse the plough
C F C
I've counted years and weeks and days,
F C G C
And I wish to God I was with you now
C F
Fare thee well me black-haired diamond,
C G
Fare thee well me own Aisling
C F C F
At night fond dreams of you still haunt me,
C F G C
Far across the grey north sea
F G
And the wind it blows from the North and South,
F G
To the East And to the West
F G
I will be like the wind my love,
F Am C F G C
For I will know no rest 'till I return to thee
Am
1, 2, 3 telegraph poles,
F G Am
Standing on the cold black road
The night is fading into morning,
F G Am
Give us a drop of your sweet poitin
Am
The rain was lashing - the sun was rising,
F G Am
The wind was howling through the trees
The madness from the mountains crawling,
F G Am
When I saw you first my own Aisling
C
Bless the wind that shakes the barley,
F C G
Curse the spade and curse the plough
C F C
I've counted years and weeks and days,
F C G C
And I wish to God I was with you now
C F
Fare thee well me black-haired diamond,
C G
Fare thee well me own Aisling
C F C F
At night fond dreams of you still haunt me,
C F G C
Far across the grey north sea
Lots of Love,
Bart
C
See the bright new moon is rising,
F C G
Above the land of black and green
C
Hear the rebels voices calling,
F C G C
I will not die 'till you bury me
C F C
The aunt upstairs in the bed she is calling,
F C G
Why has he forsaken me
C F C
Faded pictures in the hallway,
F C G C
Which one of them brown ghosts is he
C
Bless the wind that shakes the barley,
F C G
Curse the spade and curse the plough
C F C
I've counted years and weeks and days,
F C G C
And I wish to God I was with you now
C F
Fare thee well me black-haired diamond,
C G
Fare thee well me own Aisling
C F C F
At night fond dreams of you still haunt me,
C F G C
Far across the grey north sea
F G
And the wind it blows from the North and South,
F G
To the East And to the West
F G
I will be like the wind my love,
F Am C F G C
For I will know no rest 'till I return to thee
Am
1, 2, 3 telegraph poles,
F G Am
Standing on the cold black road
The night is fading into morning,
F G Am
Give us a drop of your sweet poitin
Am
The rain was lashing - the sun was rising,
F G Am
The wind was howling through the trees
The madness from the mountains crawling,
F G Am
When I saw you first my own Aisling
C
Bless the wind that shakes the barley,
F C G
Curse the spade and curse the plough
C F C
I've counted years and weeks and days,
F C G C
And I wish to God I was with you now
C F
Fare thee well me black-haired diamond,
C G
Fare thee well me own Aisling
C F C F
At night fond dreams of you still haunt me,
C F G C
Far across the grey north sea
Lots of Love,
Bart
Chuck Girard
Chuck Ragan
Chule Von Wernic (...)
Chumbawamba
Chumbawumba