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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Altan
Altan
Performer
Dermot Byrne
Dermot Byrne
Accordion
Steve Cooney
Steve Cooney
Didgeridoo
James Blennerhassett
James Blennerhassett
Bass
Ciaran Curran
Ciaran Curran
Bouzouki
Mark Kelly
Mark Kelly
Guitar
Daithi Sproule
Daithi Sproule
Guitar
Mairéad Ní Mhaonaigh
Mairéad Ní Mhaonaigh
Fiddle
Paul Brady
Paul Brady
Vocals
Donal Lunny
Donal Lunny
Bouzouki
Jim Higgins
Jim Higgins
Bodhrán Drum
Tourish
Tourish
Fiddle
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dermot Byrne
Dermot Byrne
Arranger
Ciaran Curran
Ciaran Curran
Arranger
Mark Kelly
Mark Kelly
Arranger
Mairéad Ní Mhaonaigh
Mairéad Ní Mhaonaigh
Arranger
Donal Lunny
Donal Lunny
Arranger
Tourish
Tourish
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Altan
Altan
Producer
Gary Paczosa
Gary Paczosa
Engineer
Alistair McMillan
Alistair McMillan
Assistant Recording Engineer

Songtexte

The trees, they grow high, and the leaves, they do grow green Many is the time my true love I've seen Many an hour I watched him all alone He's young but he's daily growing Father, dear father, you've done me great wrong You have married me to a boy who is too young I am twice 12 and he is but 14 He's young but he's daily growing Daughter, dear daughter, I've done you no wrong I have married you to a great lord's son And he will be a man for you when I am dead and gone He's young but he's daily growing Father, dear father, if you see fit We'll send him to college for another year yet I'll tie a blue ribbon all around his head To let the maidens know that he is married One day I was looking o'er my father's castle wall I spied all the boys playing with a ball And my own true love, he was the flower of them all He's young but he's daily growing And so early in the morning at the dawning of the day They went into a hayfield for to have some sport and play And what they did there she never would declare But she never more complained of his growing At the age of 14 he was a married man At the age of 15, the father of my son At the age of 16, his grave, it was green And death had put an end to his growing I'll buy my love some flannel, I'll make my love a shroud And every stitch I put in it, the tears, they'll pour down And every stitch I put in it, how the tears, they will flow Cruel fate has put an end to his growing
Writer(s): Donal Lunny, Mark Kelly, Dermot Byrne, Ciaran Curran, Mairead Ni Mhaonaigh, Ciaran Tourish Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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