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CARA DILLON
Release Date: 
2001

  • Lyrics:
    Black is the colour of my true love's hair
    Her lips are like a rose so fair
    She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands
    I love the ground whereon she stands

    I love my love and well she knows
    I love the ground whereon she goes
    And how I wish the day would come
    When she and I can be as one

    Black is the colour of my true love's hair
    Her lips are like a rose so fair
    She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands
    I love the ground whereon she stands

    I go to the Clyde and mourn and weep
    Satisfied I never will sleep
    I'll write her a letter, just a few short lines
    And suffer death ten thousand times

    Black is the colour of my true love's hair
    Her lips are like a rose so fair
    She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands
    I love the ground whereon she stands

    (Traditional, Arranged by Cara Dillon & Sam Lakeman)
  • Lyrics:
    As I was a'walking one evening of late
    Where fragrant fine flowers the field decorate,
    I carelessly rambled where I did not know
    By the fair crystal fountain that falls in Glencoe.

    And on her who the prize on Mount Ider was won,
    Then approched me a lassy as bright as the sun,
    And the ribbon and the tartan around her did flow,
    That welcomed young Donald the pride of Glencoe.

    Said I, my fine creature, your charming sweet smile,
    And your comely fine features my heart has beguiled,
    And with your kind affection on me you'll bestow,
    I 'll bless the happy hour we met in Glencoe.

    Kind sir, she made answer, your love I'll disdain
    For I have a young sweetheart and Donald by name,
    And he went to the wars about ten years ago,
    And a maid I remain 'till he return to Glencoe.

    Ah, perhaps your young Donald regards not your name,
    And has placed his affection on some foreign dame,
    He may have forgotten for all that you know,
    That bonny young creature he felt in Glencoe.

    From his promise my Donald he'd never depart
    For love, truth and honour stand firm in his heart,
    And if I never see him, then single I'll go,
    And mourn for my Donald the pride of Glencoe.

    Then seeing her constance he drew out a glove,
    Which in parting she gave him in token of love,
    She clung to his arms and the tears down did flow,
    Ah, you're welcomed my Donald the pride of Glencoe.

    Come cheer up my Flora, your sorrows are o'er,
    And since we have met love we'll never part more,
    And the loud blast of battle, far distant may blow,
    Whilst in peace and contentment we'll live in Glencoe.

    (Traditional, Arranged by Cara Dillon & Sam Lakeman)
  • Lyrics:
    It being in the springtime and the small birds they were singing,
    Down by yon shady harbour I carelessly did stray,
    The the thrushes they were warbling,
    The violets they were charming
    To view fond lovers talking, a while I did delay.

    She said, my dear don't leave me all for another season,
    Though fortune does be pleasing I 'll go along with you,
    I 'll forsake friends and relations and bid this Irish nation,
    And to the bonny Bann banks forever I 'll bid adieu.

    He said, my dear don't grieve or yet annoy my patience,
    You know I love you dearly the more I'm going away,
    I'm going to a foreign nation to purchase a plantation,
    To comfort us hereafter all in Amerika y.

    Then after a short while a fortune does be pleasing,
    T'will cause them for smile at our late going away,
    We'll be happy as Queen Victoria, all in her greatest glory,
    We'll be drinking wine and porter all in Amerika y.

    If you were in your bed lying and thinking on dying,
    The sight of the lovely Bann banks, your sorrow you'd give o'er,
    Or if were down one hour, down in yon shady bower,
    Pleasure would surround you, you'd think on death no more.

    Then fare you well, sweet Cragie Hills, where often times I've roved,
    I never thought my childhood days I 'd part you any more,
    Now we're sailing on the ocean for honour and promotion,
    And the bonny boats are sailing, way down by Doorin shore.

    (Traditional, Arranged by Cara Dillon & Sam Lakeman)
  • Lyrics:
    Green grows the laurel, soft falls the dew,
    Sorry was I love when parting from you,
    But at our next meeting I hope you'll prove true,
    And we'll join the laurel and the violet so blue.

    I once had a sweetheart but now I have none,
    He's gone and he's left me to weep and to mourn,
    He's gone and he's left me for other to see,
    I'll soon find another far better than he.

    He passes my window both early and late,
    And the looks that he gives me would make my heart break,
    The looks that he gives me a thousand would kill,
    Though he hates and detests me I love that lad still.

    I wrote him a letter in red rosy lines,
    He wrote back an answer all twisted and twined,
    Saying keep your love letters and I'll keep mine,
    You write to your love and I'll write to mine.

    Now often I wonder why maidens love men,
    And often I wonder why young men love then,
    But from my own knoeledge I will have you know,
    The men are deceivers wherever they go.

    Green grows the laurel, soft falls the dew,
    Sorry was I love when parting from you,
    But at our next meeting I hope you'll prove true,
    And we'll join the green laurel and the violet so blue.

    (Traditional, Arranged by Cara Dillon & Sam Lakeman)
  • Lyrics:
    Dear thoughts are my mind and my soul it soars enchanted,
    As I hear the sweet lark sing in the clear air of the day,
    For a tender beaming smile to my hope has been granted,
    And tomorrow he shall hear all my fond heart longs to say.

    I will tell him all my love, all my soul's pure adoration,
    And I know he will hear my voice and he will not answer me nay,
    It is this that gives my soul all it's joyous elation,
    As I hear the sweet lark sing in the clear air of the day.

    (Words by Sir Samuel Ferguson, Music Traditional, Arranged by Cara Dillon & Sam Lakeman)
  • Lyrics:
    As the lonesome scenes of winter in stormy winds to blow,
    Clouds around the center inclined to frost and snow,
    You're the boy that I have chosen to be my only dear,
    Your scornful heart is frozen and drifted far I fear.

    One night I went to see my love, but he proved most scornfully,
    I asked him if he'd marry me, but he would not marry me,
    The night it is far spent, my love, it's near the break of day,
    And I'm waiting for your answer, my dear, what do you say?

    I can but plainly tell you, I 'll lead a single life,
    I never thought it fitting that you should be my wife,
    So take a civil answer and for yourself provide,
    I have another sweetheart and you I have laid aside.

    Now my mind is changing that old love for the new,
    This wide and lonsome valley I mean to ramble thru',
    In search of someone handsome that might my fancy fill,
    That world is wide and lonesome, if he don't another will.

    (Traditional, Arranged by Cara Dillon & Sam Lakeman)
  • Lyrics:
    Blue mountain river, if only for a while,
    Take me to the river, I lay down by your side,
    The world is full of madness and I find it hard to smile,
    I'll sleep within through winter and wait for summertime.

    Blue mountain river, comfort me a while,
    I 'll follow down the river, follow you til night,
    I listen to you whispers, you dance in time to mine,
    We'll stay awake together watching silver in the sky.

    Blue mountain river, I wanna rest a while,
    You're changing my reflection and the seasons in my mind,
    Let these days go on forever, I 'll leave in my own time,
    Take me where you're going and I 'll be right by your side.

    Blue mountain river, I went there for a while,
    I listened for an answer and I found it deep inside,
    When I'm lost behind the shadows and I wanna run and hide,
    My blue mountain river is there right by my side.

    (Words and Music by Cara Dillon & Sam Lakeman)
  • Lyrics:
    I wish I was in heaven high,
    For night and day I just wait and cry,
    And from my arms he flew one night,
    To where I cannot find.

    I wish I had the wings to fly,
    For in this world he left no sign,
    But maybe someday he'll bring me back,
    To where I cannot find.

    Had I the heart to tell him then,
    He might have stayed until the end,
    But maybe someday we'll meet again,
    In where I cannot find.

    (Words and Music by Cara Dillon & Sam Lakeman)
  • Lyrics:
    Leaving sweet lovely Derry for fair London town,
    There is no finer harbour all around can be found,
    Where the children each evening go down to the shore,
    And the joy bells are ringing for the maid of Culmore.

    The first time I met her she passed me by,
    And the next time that I met her she bid me goodbye,
    But the last time I met her it broke my heart sore,
    For she sailed out of Ireland and away from Culmore.

    If I had the power the storms for to rise,
    I would blow the wind high and I'd darken the skies,
    I would blow the wind higher and salt seas to roar,
    For the day that my darling sailed away from Culmore.

    To the far shore of Americay my love I 'll go seek,
    For it's there I know no-one and no-one knows me,
    And if don't find her I'll return home no more,
    Like a pilgrim I'll wander for the maid of Culmore.

    (Traditional, Arranged by Cara Dillon & Sam Lakeman)
  • Lyrics:
    She's like a swallow that flies so high
    She's like the river that never runs dry
    She's like the sunshine on the lee shore
    She loves her love and love is no more

    It's out in the meadow this fair maid did go
    Picking the lovely primrose
    The more she plucked the more she pulled
    Until she's got her apron full

    She climbed on yonder hill above
    To give a rose unto her love
    She gave him one, she gave him three
    She gave her heart for company

    And as they sat on yonder hill
    His heart grew hard, so harder still
    He has two hearts instead of one
    She says, young man what have you done

    How foolish, foolish you must be
    To think I loved no one but thee
    This world's not made for one alone
    I take delight in every home

    (Traditional, Arranged by Cara Dillon & Sam Lakeman)
  • Lyrics:
    I am a youth that's inclined to ramble
    To some foreign country, I mean to steer
    I am loath to part from my friends and comrades
    And my dear sweetheart, whom I loved dear

    But there's one of those, I do most admire
    One her, I'll think when I'm far away
    For since fates decreed, I am resolved to part her
    And try my fortune in Americay

    So farewell, darling, I must leave you
    I place great dependence on your constancy
    That no other young man may gain your favor
    Or change your mind when I am over the sea

    For although the seas do separate us
    And in between us, they do rise and fall
    If fortune favors me you'll find your Jamie
    Returning homeward from Americay

    Oh Jamie dear, do you remember
    When I sat with you for manys the hour
    And my young fancy away was carried
    And the bees hummed around on each opening flower

    But when you're crossing the western ocean
    The maid that loved you, you'll never mind eva'
    And you'll scarce ever think upon the maids of Erin
    For you'll find strange sweethearts in America

    Oh Mary dear, I don't dissemble
    For to all other fair maids, I'll prove untrue
    And if you think that these are false promise
    I'll leave these vows as a pledge to you

    That what I have may prove unsuccessful
    And fortune prove to me a slippery ball
    That a favoring gale it may never blow on me
    If forsake you in America

    And to conclude and to end these verses
    May God protect this young female fair
    And keep her from every wild embarrassment
    And of, my darling, take the greatest care

    For she's slow to anger and of kind disposition
    And her cheeks like roses in June do blow
    In my nightly slumbers when ever I think on her
    I could court her vision in America

    (Traditional, Arranged by Cara Dillon & Sam Lakeman)
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