With two days left before the big day when everyone is just a little bit Irish I thought it would be fitting to visit the family's postcard archives and share pieces of Irish culture with readers. Hopre you enjoy the post. Be sure to check out tomorrow;s edition as well.
Here is the Song of Ireland written by the English singer-songwriter, Phil Colclough, and his wife, June. The performance is by The Dubliners featuring one of its founding members, Luke Kelly. Although his career was cut short by an early death in 1984, he is credited with saving much of Ireland's traditional music. His Wikipedia biography notes the "[he] remains an Irish icon and his music is widely regarded as one of Ireland's cultural treasures."
Walking all the day, near tall towers where falcons build their nests
Silver winged they fly, they know the call of freedom in their breasts
Soar Black Head against the sky, between the rocks that run down to the sea.
Living on your western shore, saw summer sunsets, asked for more I stood by your Atlantic sea, and sang a song for Ireland
Talking all the day with true friends, who try to make you stay
Talking all the day with true friends, who try to make you stay
Telling jokes and news, singing songs to pass the night away.
Watched the Galway salmon run like silver dancing darting in the sun.
Living on your western shore, saw summer sunsets, asked for more I stood by your Atlantic sea, and sang a song for Ireland
Drinking all the day in old pubs, where fiddlers love to play
Drinking all the day in old pubs, where fiddlers love to play
Someone touched the bow, he played a reel, it seemed so fine and gay.
Stood on Dingle beach and cast - in wild foam we found Atlantic Bass.
Living on your western shore, saw summer sunsets asked for more I stood by your Atlantic sea, and sang a song for Ireland
Dreaming in the night, I saw a land where no man had to fight
Dreaming in the night, I saw a land where no man had to fight
Waking in your dawn, I saw you crying in the morning light.
Lying where the Falcons fly, they twist and turn all in you e'er blue sky.
Living on your western shore, saw summer sunsets asked for moreI stood by your Atlantic sea, and I sang a song for Ireland
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Postcards from the author's family archives
Photos and Illustrations:
Postcards from the author's family archives
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