文章

Among the Wicklow Hills - Larry Cunningham-歌词

Among the Wicklow Hills - Larry Cunningham

Written by:Johnny Mccauley

I've just recieved a letter from my home in Ireland

The scrible so fimaliar was my mothers feeble hand

A house that rang with music and of laughter now is still

Dear daddy is so lonely now among the Wicklow hills

As I gaze across the mountain I relive that moments joy

The same old Wicklow mountain where you ramble as a boy

You're photo as a child that pictures by my bedside still

Each night I pray that you'll come back home

Among the Wicklow hills

Do you remember long ago when in summer you would stroll

Down where the crystal mountain streem the Slaney waters flow

You recall a young companion who talks about you still

And you know who she's waiting to among the Wicklow hills

As I gaze across the mountain I relive a moments joy

The same old Wicklow mountain where you ramble as a boy

You're photo as a child that pictures by my bedside still

Each night I pray that you'll come back home

Among the Wicklow hills

版权所有©四级英语单词   网站地图 陇ICP备2023000160号-4