A keresés eredménye

There's a fair tomorrow

There's a fair tomorrow in the County Clare.
There's a fair tomorrow in the County Clare.
There's a fair tomorrow in the County Clare.
But what's the use I won't be there.
 
Chorus：
Oh mother, won't you let me go to the fair?
Oh mother, won't you let me go to the fair?
Oh mother, won't you let me go to the fair?
My fondest child, Oh please don't ask.
 
You're not even ten or eleven years old.
You're not even ten or eleven years old.
You're not even ten or eleven years old.
When you're thirteen I'll let you go.
 
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I'm in love with the cobbler man.
I'm in love with the cobbler man.
I'm in love with the cobbler man.
If I don't get him, I can't live on.
 
（chorus）
 

Beltane

I tell to you, a special festival,1
The glorious dues of Bealtaine:
Ale, worts, sweet whey,
And fresh curds to the fire.
 
It’s the beginning
it’s the beginning
it’s the beginning
with a new life.
 
Leave behind,
leave behind,
leave the past behind.
 
Self-confidence, enticing your heart,
Open your mouth, and tell us
Listen now, rejuvenation,
Look again, a butterfly.
 
Breathe in and let it out
Long awaited, Summer is coming
A change of life and a change of mind
A new beginning, flowering.
 
Beltane!
 

• 1. The first stanza is taken from an Old Irish poem, a translation of which can be found .