049. Mountains of Mourne

Celtic Thunder

G-Dur

Jürgen

Flötensolo

Oh, Mary, this London′s a wonderful sight, the people here are working 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′ve found there I might as well be, In the place where the dark Mournes sweep down to the sea

Flötensolo

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 those roses you venture to sip, colors 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 Mournes sweep down to the sea

Flötensolo

You remember young Davey McClaren 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 Mournes sweep down to the sea

2x am Ende langsames Fadeout

But for all his great powers he′s wishful like me
To be back where the dark Mournes sweep down to the sea