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INTERPRÉTATION
Celtic Woman
Interprète
Daragh O'Toole
Direction d’orchestre
David Brophy
Direction musicale
Megan Walsh
Chant
Chloe Agnew
Chant
Muirgen O’Mahony
Chant
Tara McNeill
Violon folklorique
Kieran Leonard
Bodhrán
Caitriona Frost
Percussion
Brian Murphy
Guitare
Darragh Murphy
Sifflet
Johnny Boyle
Percussion
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Richard Thompson
Composition
Daragh O'Toole
Arrangement
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Daragh O'Toole
Production
Michael Manning
Ingénierie
Simon Gibson
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Ger McDonnell
Ingénierie de mixage
Paroles
I was nineteen when I came to town
They called it the summer of love
They were burning pages, burning flags
The hawks against the doves
I took a job in the steamie
Down on Cauldrum Street
I fell in love with a laundry girl
Who was working next to me
Oh she was a rare thing
Fine as a Beeswing
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
She was a lost child
Oh she was running wild
She said: As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay
And you wouldn't want me any other way
Brown hair zig-zag around her face, a look of half-surprise
Like a fox caught in the headlights, there was animal in her eyes
She said, young man, oh can't you see I'm not the factory kind
If you don't take me out of here I'll surely lose my mind
Oh she was a rare thing
Fine as a Beeswing
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
She was a lost child
Oh she was running wild
She said: As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay
And you wouldn't want me any other way
We busked around the market towns
And picked fruit down in Kent
We could tinker lamps and pots and knives wherever we went
And I said that we might settle down, get a few acres dug
Fire burning in the hearth and babies on the rug
She said: Oh man, you foolish man, it surely sounds like hell
You might be Lord of half the world, you'll not own me as well
Oh she was a rare thing
Fine as a Beeswing
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
She was a lost child
Oh she was running wild
She said: As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay
And you wouldn't want me any other way
We were camping down the Gower one time, the work was pretty good
She thought we shouldn't wait for the frost and I thought maybe we should
We were fighting more in those days and tempers reached a pitch
And like a fool I let her run with the rambling itch
Oh she was a rare thing
Fine as a Beeswing
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
She was a lost child
Oh she was running wild
She said: As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay
And you wouldn't want me any other way
She said: As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay
And you wouldn't want me any other way
Writer(s): Richard Thompson
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