Irish Descendants все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

So far away out here alone,
Thoughts drift to Christmas time at home;
Friends and family gathered 'round,
Nestled in our quiet town;
Children's eyes so full of glee,
As they play around the Christmas tree.
Heading home for Christmas time this year.

Timothy Murphy kept the pledge
For nearly fourteen year,
But Christmas even' he felt so bad,
He got out on the beer;
Oh, he came home like a roaring lion
Filled up with rum and gin,
For he's like a Bengal tiger
When he gets a mouthful in.

In the Village of Kildoran lived a maiden young and fair
Her eyes, they shone like diamonds, she had long and golden hair,
the countryman came riding up to her father`s gate,
mounted on a milk-white stallion, he came at the stroke of eight

Step it out Mary, my fine daughter, step it out Mary if you can.
Step it out Mary, my fine daughter, show your legs to the countryman.