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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Celtic Thunder
Interprète
Phil Coulter
Direction musicale
Brendan Monaghan
Sifflet
Dave Cooke
Claviers
Neil Byrne
Guitare
Nigel Wheatley
Basse
Rory McCarron
Batterie
Audrey Bridgeman
Percussion
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Percy French
Composition
David Munro
Arrangement
Phil Coulter
Arrangement
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
David Munro
Production
Sharon Browne
Production
Michael Keeney
Ingénierie de prise de son
Paroles
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 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 talkin' 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
Writer(s): Traditional, Percy French, David Morris Pringle, Houston Collison
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