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!
On Morecombe Bay by Kevin Littlewood as sung by Christie Moore
Am Em
Out beyond the street lamps, where the calliopes roar
Am Em
Past the wrack and samphire, beyond the shore
C Dsus2
I've seen them walking through the tide, as the rain cuts through the spray
Am Em E
Chinese cockle pickers on the sands of Morecambe bay
Am Em
I stood beside them in the corner shop, and in the market too
Am Em
I should have spoken to them, told them everything we knew
C Dsus2
Like our mothers told us, as we went out to play
Am Em E
Never try to race and tide, on the sands of Morecambe Bay
C G
For the tide is the devil, it will run you out of breath
F G E
Race you to the seashore, chase you to your death
C G
The tides the very devil, and the devil has its day
F G Am
On the lonely cockle banks of Morecambe bay
Am Em
Saw them sending money orders home, their hard earned pay
Am Em
Tales of crossing borders, on the road to Morecambe bay
C Dsus2
Sleeping in crowded rooms, on cold hard floors
Am Em E
Such dreamless life, is not worth dying for
Am Em
And now we see them in the distance, laid out in the morning light
Am Em
Migrant workers, twenty three were drowned last night
C Dsus2
There final phone calls, halfway round the world crossed
Am Em E
As between two river estuaries, they raced the tide and lost
C G
For the tide is the devil, it will run you out of breath
F G E
Race you to the seashore, chase you to your death
C G
The tides the very devil, and the devil has its day
F G Am
On the lonely cockle banks of Morecambe bay
C G
In Fugian and Xelang, they mourn their next of kin
F G E
Gang masters, with snake tattoos, calling money loans back in
C G
Broken hearted parents, watch their children stole away
F G Am
To die upon the cockle banks of Morecambe bay
Am Em
The tides the very devil, and the devil has its day
F G Am
On the lonely cockle banks of Morecambe bay
Mike Hesp
Am Em
Out beyond the street lamps, where the calliopes roar
Am Em
Past the wrack and samphire, beyond the shore
C Dsus2
I've seen them walking through the tide, as the rain cuts through the spray
Am Em E
Chinese cockle pickers on the sands of Morecambe bay
Am Em
I stood beside them in the corner shop, and in the market too
Am Em
I should have spoken to them, told them everything we knew
C Dsus2
Like our mothers told us, as we went out to play
Am Em E
Never try to race and tide, on the sands of Morecambe Bay
C G
For the tide is the devil, it will run you out of breath
F G E
Race you to the seashore, chase you to your death
C G
The tides the very devil, and the devil has its day
F G Am
On the lonely cockle banks of Morecambe bay
Am Em
Saw them sending money orders home, their hard earned pay
Am Em
Tales of crossing borders, on the road to Morecambe bay
C Dsus2
Sleeping in crowded rooms, on cold hard floors
Am Em E
Such dreamless life, is not worth dying for
Am Em
And now we see them in the distance, laid out in the morning light
Am Em
Migrant workers, twenty three were drowned last night
C Dsus2
There final phone calls, halfway round the world crossed
Am Em E
As between two river estuaries, they raced the tide and lost
C G
For the tide is the devil, it will run you out of breath
F G E
Race you to the seashore, chase you to your death
C G
The tides the very devil, and the devil has its day
F G Am
On the lonely cockle banks of Morecambe bay
C G
In Fugian and Xelang, they mourn their next of kin
F G E
Gang masters, with snake tattoos, calling money loans back in
C G
Broken hearted parents, watch their children stole away
F G Am
To die upon the cockle banks of Morecambe bay
Am Em
The tides the very devil, and the devil has its day
F G Am
On the lonely cockle banks of Morecambe bay
Mike Hesp
Chuck Girard
Chuck Ragan
Chule Von Wernic (...)
Chumbawamba
Chumbawumba