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SWEET LIBERTY
Release Date: 
2003

  • Lyrics:
    Days, turning from red to green
    It's hard to believe that spring
    Is here so soon and I've been gone so long

    Keep, sending your letters on
    Memories of home are still
    Haunting my days and I am losing my way

    High tide, changing moods
    Familiar faces I know
    High tide, changing light
    Familiar places I'll go

    Keep playing out favourite song
    Cause sometimes I sing it so loud
    I'm praying that you might hear
    And sing along

    Days turning from sweet to dry
    Memories of home are still
    Haunting my days and I'll wait for your reply

    High tide, changing moods
    Familiar faces I know
    High tide, changing light
    Familiar places I'll go

    (Words and Music by Cara Dillon, Sam Lakeman and N. Bigham)
  • Lyrics:
    Some poets sing of a noble king,
    Or of a sweetheart fair.
    Some tell a tale of ships that sail
    With treasures rich and rare.
    But my humble pen still drifts again
    To scenes of long ago;
    Across the sea to the Benedy
    And the winding river roe.

    Right well do I remember now
    Those happy childhood days.
    And the times I had when just a lad,
    On Carn's lovely braes.
    And when my mind is thus inclined
    No other joys I know,
    For my heart remains on the verdant plains
    Near the winding river roe.

    Benbradagh's crown o'er Dungiven town,
    Is still within my view
    And the Benedy glen I worshiped then
    Still lives in memory too.
    The beautiful scene of Cashel Green
    Still haunts wherever I go.
    And in all my dreams, I see it seems
    The winding river roe.

    If fortunes smiles on me awhile,
    I would cross the sea again,
    And all these years of toil and tears
    Will be forgotten then.
    And when at last my life has passed,
    Contentedly I'll go across the sea
    To the Benedy
    And the winding river roe.

    (Traditional, Arranged by Cara Dillon & Sam Lakeman)
  • Lyrics:
    Everywhere you go
    Everywhere you see
    There's nothing much to say now
    And days go by in between
    And if I had a sign
    I wouldn't feel the need
    Cause if I held you now
    I might as well hold a dream

    Everywhere you go
    Everywhere you see
    There's nothing much to say now
    And days go by between
    If I had a sign
    I wouldn't feel the need
    If I held you now
    I might as well be holding a dream

    Everywhere you go
    Everywhere I'll be
    There mightn't be much left to say
    But days go by, and I'll not forget
    We've got all this time
    And I've got all I need
    Will you hold me now
    Cause you're all that matters to me

    (Words and Music by Cara Dillon & Sam Lakeman)
  • Lyrics:
    My song for you this evening
    Is not to make you sad
    Nor for adding to the sorrows
    Of this troubled northern land
    But lately I've been thinking
    And it just wont leave my mind
    I'll tell you about two friends one time
    Who were both good friends of mine

    Isaac he was Protestant
    And Sean was Catholic born
    But it never made a difference
    For the friendship it was strong
    And sometimes in the evening
    When they heard the sound of drums
    They said they wont divide us
    We will always be as one

    There were roses, roses
    There were roses
    And the tears of a people ran together

    It was on a Sunday morning
    When the awful news came round
    Another killing had been done
    Just outside Newry Town
    We knew that Isaac danced up there
    We knew he liked the band
    But when we heard that he was dead
    We just could not understand

    Now fear it filled the countryside
    There was fear in every home
    When late at night a car came
    Prowling round the Ryan Road
    A Catholic would be killed tonight
    To even up the score
    Oh Christ, it's young MacDonald
    They have taken from the door

    There were roses, roses
    There were roses
    And the tears of a people ran together

    Isaac was my friend he cried
    He begged them with his tears
    But centuries of hatred
    Have ears that do not hear
    An eye for an eye
    That was all that filled their minds
    And another eye for another eye
    Till everyone was blind

    Now I don't know where the moral is
    Or where the song should end
    But I wonder just how many wars
    Are fought between good friends
    And those who give the orders
    Are not the ones to die
    It's Scott and young MacDonald
    And the likes of you and I

    There were roses, roses
    There were roses
    And the tears of a people ran together

    (Words and Music by Tommy Sands)
  • Lyrics:
    Where are you now
    And who's by your side
    Can't hide for a lifetime
    Uncover your eyes

    Wake up, in the morning
    Share the sunlight shining down on us
    You and me
    Are these sad days always lost on us

    Where am I now
    And who's on my side
    I'd wait for a lifetime
    For you to come back

    Wake up, in the evening
    Share the moonlight shining down on us
    You and me
    Are these sad days always lost on us

    Can anyone play me another sad song
    Cause sad songs remind me of all that we've lost
    Can anyone play me another sad song
    Cause sad songs remind me of all that we've lost

    Wake up, in the morning
    Share the sunlight shining down on us
    You and me
    You and me

    (Words and Music by Cara Dillon & Sam Lakeman)
  • Lyrics:
    In a land of O'Cahan where bleak mountains rise
    O'er those brown ridgy tops now the dusky clouds fly
    Deep sunk in a valley a wild flower did grow
    And her name was Finvola, the Gem of the Roe

    For the Isles of Abunde appeared to out view
    A youth clad in tartan, it's strange but it's true
    With a star on his breast and unstrung was his bow
    And he sighed for Finvola the Gem of the Roe

    The Gem of the Roe, the Gem of the Roe
    And he sighed for Finvola
    The Gem of the Roe

    To the grey shores of Alba his bride he did bear
    But short were the fond years these lovers did share
    For thrice on the hillside the Banshee cried low
    Twas the death of Finvola the Gem of the Roe

    The Gem of the Roe, the Gem of the Roe
    Twas the death of Finvola
    The Gem of the Roe

    No more up the streamlet her maidens will hie
    For wan the pale cheek and bedimmed the blue eye
    In silent affliction our sorrows will flow
    Since gone is Finvola the Gem of the Roe

    The Gem of the Roe, the Gem of the Roe
    Since gone is Finvola
    The Gem of the Roe

    (Traditional, Arranged by Cara Dillon & Sam Lakeman)
  • Lyrics:
    Bonny, bonny was my seat in the red rosy yard
    And bonny was my ship in the town of Ballynagard
    Shade and shelter was for me till I began to fail
    You all may guess now my distress lies near the Nightingale

    Grief and woe that I must go to fight for England's King
    I neither know his friend or foe, and war's a cruel thing
    The nightingale is near at hand, my time at home is brief
    And Carey's steams and mountain land I part with bitter grief

    No more I'll walk the golden hills with Nancy by my side
    Or dream along the sun bright rills, or view my land with pride
    We sail away at dawn of day, the sails are ready set
    When old Benmore I see no more, I'll sigh with deep regret

    Now all must change and I must range across the ocean wide
    Our ship she may in Biscay's Bay lie low beneath the tide
    If I should fall by cannon ball, or sink beneath the sea
    Good people all, a tear let fall and mourn for mine and me

    If God should spare me my greying hair and bring me back again
    I'd love far more my Antrim shore, it's dark blue hills and rain
    Around the fires, my heart's desires, heaven grant till life shall fail
    And keep me far from the cruel war and from the Nightingale

    (Traditional, Arranged by Cara Dillon & Sam Lakeman)
  • Lyrics:
    Oh draw near each young lover,
    Give ear to my story
    That bears my sad, mournful tale.
    Come join me in chorus
    And lend me your pity,
    While I my misfortune bewail.

    The grief my poor heart
    No tongue can disclose.
    My cheeks are now pale,
    They once bloomed like the rose.
    And it's all for a young man,
    Whom I do suppose
    Is now far from sweet Erin the Green.

    Now when were children
    We walked out together
    Along the green meadows sweet.
    And although we were childish
    We loved one another
    Whilst gathering the wild berries sweet.

    It was to sweet Garvagh where we were sent to school,
    He was first in his class
    And correct in each rule.
    And I cheerfully walked home by Kilnacoole
    With the flower of sweet Erin the Green.

    Oh his head on my breast
    And he used to repose
    At each evening under the shade.
    A song in my praises my darling composed
    And he styled me the cool Derry maid.
    At the time I denied him I'd die for his sake,
    It was little I thought my denial he'd take.

    Oh, but my own misfortune
    I made a mistake
    When he left me on Erin the Green.

    (Traditional, Arranged by Cara Dillon & Sam Lakeman)
  • Lyrics:
    I will not forget all the things, I haven't said yet
    And so I'll wait
    Like water thrown on water, its always hard to tell
    Just where is ends
    Getting ready to be strung, there is sweetness to
    Every blow

    Broken bridges, wish I could lie down
    Freedom angels come and save me now
    So I lost my fortune then found it in a glen
    Trees and branches led me straight to him

    Oh my love, freedom caused us shame
    On the breeze, your words call again
    Will we learn to wait until tomorrow
    Not knowing where we'll go

    Broken bridgesm selfish now it sounds
    Thirsty whispers told me to find out
    Well I tried to stay until the summer came
    Winter madness running through my veins

    Oh my love, freedom caused us shame
    On the breeze you words call again
    Will we learn to wait until tomorrow
    Not knowing where we'll go

    You say
    Words don't mean a thing
    You say
    Words don't mean a thing

    (Words and Music by Cara Dillon & Sam Lakeman)
  • Lyrics:
    I'm falling like a star, and I'm holding on for dear life
    I'm about to reach the ground
    I'm coming home to Earth
    I've reached my town

    And they said that you couldn't sit on a cloud, cause you'd fall right through
    Well how is it then, that I managed to?
    And how did I say what I just said to you?
    Am I thinking out loud, did you even ask me to?

    I'm falling like a star, and I'm holding on for dear life
    I'm about to reach the ground
    I'm coming home to Earth
    I've reached my town

    And the streets are empty how, but for the wrong reasons
    They've all gone and left me alone
    And they left with a vengance, and they talk of their experience
    And they'll try and convince me, to join them

    Holy, Holy
    Holy is the only word I know these days
    Holy, Holy
    Holy is the only word I know these days

    Those flowers have never experienced anything like this before
    They've been picked from their wilderness, put in a jar
    Now they're feeling the heat of this room

    And I'm falling like a star, and I'm holding on for dear life
    I'm about to reach the ground
    I'm coming home to Earth
    I've reached my town

    Falling like a star
    I only came down for a day, I didn't want to stay
    Falling like a star
    I only came down for a day, I didn't want to stay

    (Words and Music by Cara Dillon & Sam Lakeman)
  • Lyrics:
    Through the mist my ship has sailed, leaving me behind 
    All things left unsaid, that were in my mind 
    When I stood on this deck, strange things I saw 
    Strange they have vanished now 
    I'm standing on the shore 




    Sandy hills all around, nothing standing clear 
    Softly light is falling through, time was never here 
    When I stood on this deck, stranges things I saw 
    STRANGE THEY HAVE VANISHED NOW 
    I'm standing on the shore 




    Headlands fading out of sight, horizons disappear 
    Hazy shores and silent seas, nothing DO I fear 
    Air and water, grass and sand, merging into one 
    In the silence of the mist, I am still alone 
    When I stood on this deck, strange things I saw 
    Strange they have vanished now 
    I'm standing on the shore 
    Standing on the shore


    (Words and Music by Moynihan and Woods, Arranged by Cara Dillon & Sam Lakeman)
  • Lyrics:
    Farewell to old Ireland, the land of my childhood
    Which now and forever I am going to leave
    Farewell to the shores, where the shamrock is growing
    It's the bright spot of beauty and the home of the brave

    I'll think on its valleys with fond admiration
    Though never again its bright hills will I see
    I'm bound for to cross the wide swelling ocean
    In search of fame and fortune and of sweet liberty

    Our ship at the present lies in Derry harbour
    To bear us away across the wide swelling sea
    May heaven be her companion and grant her fair breezes
    Till we reach the green fields of America

    It's hard to be forced from the land that we live in
    Our houses and farms all obiged for to sell
    To wander along among Indians and strangers
    To find some sweet spot where our children might dwell

    Our artists, our farmers, our tradesmen are leaving
    To seek for employment far over the sea
    Where they'll get their riches with care and with industry
    There's nothing but hardship at home if you stay

    So cheer up your spirits, you lads and you lasses
    There's gold for the digging and lots of it, too
    A health to the heart that has courage to ramble
    Bad luck to the lad or the lass that would rue

    We'll call for a bumper of ale, wine and brandy
    We'll drink to the health of those far away
    Our hearts will all warm at the thought of old Ireland
    When we're on the green fields of Americay

    (Traditional, Arranged by Cara Dillon & Sam Lakeman)
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