作词:Ricky Lynch,Gerard Wolfe,John Spillane
作曲:Ricky Lynch,Gerard Wolfe,John Spillane
所属专辑:Burning Times
歌词
Magic Nights(Live) - Christy Moore
作词:Ricky Lynch/John Spillane/Gerard Wolfe
作曲:Ricky Lynch/John Spillane/Gerard Wolfe
There were magic nights
In the lobby bar when Brendan Ring
Played Madame Bonaparte
And every note that the piper
Would play would send me away
Send me away
Away through the window away
In the rain over the city away
On the air
To a field by a river
Where the trees are
So green the deepest of green
That you've ever seen
Where once you have been
You can go back again
You can go anytime
You can go anytime
Because it's only in your mind
There were magic nights
In the lobby bar with Ricky Lynch
And his golden guitar
Singin' Autumn in Mayfield
And the barley was ripe
And the harvest moon was low
In the sky
We were children our mothers
Were young and fathers
Were tall and kind
And every note Ricky Lynch
Would play would send me away
Send me away
Away through the window away
In the rain over the city away
On the air
To a field by a river
Where the trees are
So green the deepest of green
That you've ever seen
Where once you have been
You can go back again
You can go anytime
You can go anytime
Because it's only in your mind
There were magic nights
In the lobby bar when Ger Wolfe
Would sing like a lark
Singing Winter hung her coat
On a hanger of dark
Singing I am the blood of Eireann
Spilled in a lonely cave
And I am the flower of Ireland
Adrift on the ocean wave
I am the lark of Mayfield
Tumbling down the hill
I am the child of Summer
I can remember you still
And every note that Ger Wolfe
Would play would send me away
Send me away
Away through the window away
In the rain over the city away
On the air
To a field by a river
Where the trees are
So green the deepest of green
That you've ever seen
Where once you have been
You can go back again
You can go anytime
You can go anytime
Because it's only in your mind
It was Autumn in Mayfield
And the barley was ripe
And the harvest moon was low
In the sky
We were children our mothers
Were young and fathers
Were tall and kind
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