The Mountains Of Mourne - Celtic Thunder/Keith Harkin

作词：Percy French/Traditional

作曲：Percy French/Traditional

Oh Mary this London's a wonderful sight

With people here workin'

By day and by night

They don't sow potatoes

Nor barley nor wheat

But there's gangs of them diggin'

For gold in the street

At least when I asked them

That's what I was told

So I just took a hand at this diggin' for gold

But for all that I found there

I might as well be

In the place where the dark

Mourne sweep down to the sea

There's beautiful girls here

Oh never you mind

Beautiful shapes nature never designed

Lovely complexions of roses and cream

But let me remark with regard to the same

That if at that those roses

You should venture to sip

The colours might all come away on your lips

So I'll wait for the wild rose

That's waitin' for me

In the place where the dark

Mourne sweep down to the sea

You remember young

Davey Mc Clarin of course

Well sure now he's round here

With the rest of the force

I saw him one day as I was crossin the strand

And he stopped the whole street

With a wave of his hand

And as we stood

Talking of days that are gone

The whole town of London

Stood there to look on

But for all his great powers

He's wishful like me

To be back where the dark

Mourne sweep down to the sea

But for all his great powers he's wishful like me

To be back where the dark

Mourne sweep down to the sea