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A Thousand Hearts
Release Date: 
2014

  • Lyrics:
    A ship’s crew of sailors as you may understand
    
Bound for the West Indies or some foreign land

    There’s one lad amongst them I wish I never knew
    
He’s my bonnie, bonnie sailor with a jacket so blue

    The first time I saw my love he’d a spy glass in his hand
    
I went to talk to him but he would not stand
    
I went to talk to him but from me he flew

    And my heart it went along with him and his jacket so blue

    Says I my noble sailor I’ll buy your discharge
    
I’ll free you from sailing and set you at large
    
I’ll free you from that man-o-war if your heart does be true
    
And I’d never let a stain on your jacket so blue

    Well said I my noble lady you’ll buy my discharge

    You’ll free me from sailing and set me at large
    
You’ll free me from that man-o-war if my heart does be true
    
Ah but then what would my own lovely Scotch lassie do

    For I have a lassie in my own country
    
And I would not slight her for her poverty
    
If I were to slight her then my heart wouldn’t be true
    
For she never left a stain on my jacket so blue

    I’ll write off to Dublin to an artist of skill

    And I’ll have my love’s picture drawn out in its full
    
And I’ll place it in my chamber quite close to my view

    And I’ll say I loved a sailor with a heart that was true

    (Traditional, Arranged by Cara Dillon & Sam Lakeman)
  • Lyrics:
    Bright morning star arising
    Bright morning star arising
    Bright morning star arising
    Day is breaking in my soul

    Oh where are our dear mothers
    Oh where are our dear mothers
    Oh where are our dear mothers
    Day is breaking in my soul

    They are down in the valley praying
    They are down in the valley praying
    They are down in the valley praying
    Day is breaking in my soul

    Oh where are our dear fathers
    Oh where are our dear fathers
    Oh where are our dear fathers
    Day is breaking in my soul

    They have gone to heaven shouting
    They have gone to heaven shouting
    They have gone to heaven shouting
    Day is breaking in my soul

    Bright morning stars arising
    Bright morning stars arising
    Bright morning stars arising
    Day is breaking in my soul

    (Traditional, Arranged by Cara Dillon & Sam Lakeman)
  • Lyrics:
    Oh my Donald he works upon the sea
    
On the waves that blow wild and free

    He splices the ropes and he sets the sails
    
While southward he rolls to the home of the whale

    
And he ne'er thinks of me far behind
    
Nor the torments that rage in my mind
    
He's mine for only part of the year
    
And I'm left all alone with only my tears

    Oh you ladies that smell of wild rose

    Think you of the perfume to where the man goes
    
Think you of the wives and the babies that yearn
    
For the man ne'er returns from hunting the sperm

    Oh my Donald he works upon the sea
    
On the waves that blow wild and free
    
He splices the ropes and he sets the sails
    
While southward he rolls to the home of the whale

    (Written by Owen Hand, Arranged by Cara Dillon & Sam Lakeman)
  • Lyrics:
    The first time I met my Moorlough Mary
    
Twas in the market of Sweet Strabane
    
Her killing glances were so engaging
    
The hearts of young men she did trepann 


    Her killing glances berefit my senses
    
Of peace or comfort either night or day
    And in silent slumber I start and murmur 

    Oh Moorlough Mary, won’t you come away.

    Now were I a man of great education 

    Or Erin’s Isle at my own command
    
I would lay my head on your snowy bosom
    
In wedlock bands love we’d join our hands

    
I would entertain you both night and morning
    
With robes I’d deck you, both fine and gay
    
And with kisses sweet I would embrace you
    
Oh Mary, won’t you come away.

    Now I’ll away to my situation 

    Where my recreation is all in view

    On the river Mourne where salmon sporting
    
The rocks re-echoing with something new

    
The thrush and blackbird all join in chorus

    Their notes melodious on Ruskae brae.
    
And the sweet lough stream I would restore you
    
Saying Moorlough Mary, won’t you come away.

    So fare thee well young Moorlough Mary 

    Ten thousand times I bid you adieu
    
While life remains in my glowing bosom
    
I’ll never cease love to think on you 


    Now I’ll away to some lonesome valley
    
With tears bewailing, both night and day 

    To some silent arbour where none can hear me
    Where none can hear me
    Where none can hear me

    (Traditional, Arranged by Cara Dillon and Sam Lakeman)
  • Lyrics:
    I'm riding shotgun down the avalanche
    
Tumbling and falling down the avalanche
    So be quiet tonight
    the stars are shining bright
    
On this mountain of new fallen snow

    And I will raise up my voice into the void

    You have left me nowhere to go

    And I love you so much and it's so bizarre
    
A mystery that goes on and on and on
    
This is the best thing
    But the very most hard
    
How we don't get along

    After countless appeals
    We keep spinning our wheels
    
On this mountain of new fallen snow
I let go of the catch
    And we are over the edge

    You have left me nowhere to go

    Sometimes you make me lose my will to live

    And I just become a beacon for your soul

    But the past is stronger than my will to forgive

    Forgive you or myself, well I don't know

    I'm riding shotgun down the avalanche
    
Tumbling and falling down the avalanche

    So be quiet tonight be sure to step lightly
    
On this mountain of new fallen snow

    And I will raise up my voice into the void

    You have left me nowhere to go
    You have left me nowhere to go
    You have left me nowhere to go

    (Written by John Leventhal and Shawn Colvin)
  • Lyrics:
    No, please don’t go
    No, please don’t leave yet
    You haven’t heard me sing yet
    You haven’t seen my house
    You cannot understand yet
    What it means to be old

    River run, River deep
    River come, so I can sing you to sleep
    River high, River low
    River guide so I can tell you where to go

    No, please don’t go
    No, please don’t leave yet
    You haven’t heard me sing yet
    You haven’t seen my house
    You cannot understand yet
    What it means to be old

    River run, River deep
    River come, so I can sing you to sleep
    River high, River low
    River guide, so I can tell you where to go

    River run, River deep
    River come, and I will sing you to sleep
    River high, River low
    River guide, and I will show you where to go

    (Written by Beth Sorrentino)
  • Lyrics:
    Éirigh suas a Stóirín mura bfhuil tú do shuí
    Foscail a' doras agus lig mise 'un tí
    Ta buidéal im aice bhéarfas deoch
    do mhnaoi an tí
    A's tá súil 'gam nach ndiúltuigheann
    Tú mé fa do níon

    I ngleanntain na coilleadh uaigní
    is lag brónach a bim
    ó Dhomnach go Domhnach 's
    mé ag cathamh mo shaol
    'mé feitheamh gach trathnóna ce
    shiúlúil 'n ród no cé thiocfadh 'n tí
    'S gan duine ar an domhan mhór a thiocfadh
    's thógfadh mo chroí

    Nach aoibhinn don éanlaith a éiríos gach lá
    ‘S a luíos arís ar an aonchraoibh amháin
    Ní h’é sin dom féin ‘s do mo chéad mhíle grá
    Is i bhfad i bhfad ó chéile bíos ár n-éirí gach lá

    Éirigh suas a Stóirín mura bfhuil tú do shuí
    Foscail a' doras agus lig mise 'un tí
    Ta buidéal im aice bhéarfas deoch
    do mhnaoi an tí
    A's tá súil 'gam nach ndiúltuigheann
    Tú mé fa do níon


    (Traditional, Arranged by Cara Dillon and Sam Lakeman)
  • Lyrics:
    I'm eighteen years old today, mama, and I'm longing to be wed
    So buy for me a young man to comfort me, she said
    You must buy for me a young man who will stay with me all night
    And I'll roll him in my arms
    He'll be my heart's delight.

    Ah, hold your tongue, dear daughter then or your folds I will pull down.
    Your silks and satins I will pull down, you must wear your morning gown.
    I'll send you to the meadows for to rake and mow the hay
    With your pike and shaft all in your hand
    You must earn your drink and take.

    Ah, hold your tongue, dear daughter then, I was forty before I wed,
    Although it was late, I thought it no weight to carry my maidenhead.
    Well that may be the way with you, mama, but it isn't the way with me,
    For I'm young and airy, light and crazy and married I long to be.

    Ah, hold your tongue, dear daughter then and I'll buy for you a man.
    A man for me? Oh, mother, she said, you must hasten, you must you can.
    The sooner the better, oh mother, she said, you must hasten a man to me
    For I'm young and airy, light and contrary
    And married I long to be.


    (Traditional, Arranged by Cara Dillon and Sam Lakeman)
  • Lyrics:
    Tráthnóinín déanach i gcéin cois leasa dom

    Táimse im' chodhladh is ná dúistear mé

    Sea dhearcas lem' thaobh an spéirbhean mhaisiúil

    Táimse im' chodhladh is ná dúistear mé
    
Ba bhachallach péarlach dréimreach barrachas

    A carnfholt craobhach ag titim léi ar bhaillechrith
    
'S í ag caitheamh na saighead trím thaobh do chealg mé
    
Táimse im' chodhladh is ná dúistear mé

    Is éirigí, a chlann, agus gabhaig bhur n-airm chugaibh,
    Táimse im’ chodhladh is ná dúistear mé.
    Is leagaigí sa tsrúil gach scrúille Sasanaigh,
    Táimse im’ chodhladh is ná dúistear mé.
    Mura mairfeadh ach triúir bíodh ciú ins gach bail’ agaibh
    Ó Charraig na Siúire go ciumhais an Daingin thiar
    Ardaigí bhur lain, tugaig fogha faoina Sasanaigh,
    Táimse im’ chodhladh is ná dúistear mé.
    Táimse im’ chodhladh is ná dúistear mé.


    (Traditional, Arranged by Cara Dillon and Sam Lakeman)
  • Lyrics:
    Sit you down, loyal comrades
    Sit you down for a while
    Til I spend my last hours in Erin's green isle
    Come fill up your glasses and we'll drink hand in hand
    For tomorrow I'll be leaving the shores of Lough Bran

    There's my father and mother, you can now hear them sigh
    With their tears all bewailing, it would moisten your eye
    But I will assist them, please God if I can
    Far away from lovely Erin and the shores of Lough Bran

    In the incoming morning, I will bid you adieu
    To Leitrim, Drumshanboe, and sweet Carrick too
    But no matter what fortune I might make far away
    My thoughts shall be with you by night and by day

    My thoughts shall be with you while life's course it is planned
    Far away from lovely Erin and the shores of Lough Bran.


    (Traditional, Arranged by Cara Dillon and Sam Lakeman)
  • Lyrics:
    As I roved out on a bright May morning
    To view the meadows and flowers gay
    Whom should I spy but my own true lover
    As she sat under yon willow tree

    I took off my hat and I did salute her
    I did salute her most courageously
    When she turned around well the tears fell from her
    Saying “false young man, you have deluded me

    A diamond ring I owned and I gave to you
    A diamond ring to wear on your right hand
    But the vows you made, sure you went and broke them
    And married the lassie that had the land”

    If I'd married the lassie that had the land, my love
    It's that I'll rue til the day I die
    When misfortune falls, sure no man can shun it
    I was blindfolded I'll not deny

    Now at nights when I go to my bed of slumber
    The thoughts of my true love run in my mind
    When I turned around to embrace my darling
    Instead of gold sure it's brass I find

    And I wish the Queen would call home her army
    From the West Indies, Amerikay and Spain
    And every man to his wedded woman
    In hope that you and I will meet again


    (Traditional, Arranged by Cara Dillon and Sam Lakeman)
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