tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796549149529669896.post7464656928317501897..comments2024-01-26T10:27:37.731-08:00Comments on The Celtic Rose: Sinéad O'Connor - She moved through the Fair - Sult 1997Miriam Newmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05105724854045409335noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796549149529669896.post-11101079240001162412011-08-28T15:59:30.216-07:002011-08-28T15:59:30.216-07:00BeautifullBeautifulldonnalouisehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10075505087506260973noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796549149529669896.post-68327890459362957152011-02-27T04:03:31.597-08:002011-02-27T04:03:31.597-08:00One of my favorite ghost songs. Nice, Sarah!One of my favorite ghost songs. Nice, Sarah!Pat McDermotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17969402820726235963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796549149529669896.post-13341510527256905192011-02-24T19:30:01.040-08:002011-02-24T19:30:01.040-08:00Lovely, Sarah. Thank you for this contribution to...Lovely, Sarah. Thank you for this contribution to the blog!Miriam Newmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05105724854045409335noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796549149529669896.post-78291843476373112252011-02-24T13:27:14.784-08:002011-02-24T13:27:14.784-08:00Wow such a beautiful song. Leave it to the Irish ...Wow such a beautiful song. Leave it to the Irish to make love sound so mourningful and lovely.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09398802177166008567noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796549149529669896.post-29715059981133601682011-02-24T09:14:55.977-08:002011-02-24T09:14:55.977-08:00This is a beautifully haunting Irish song. Here ar...This is a beautifully haunting Irish song. Here are the words.<br /><br />SHE MOVED THROUGH THE FAIR.<br />My young love said to me, "My mother won't mind<br />And my father won't slight you for your lack of kind."<br />And she stepped away from me and this she did say<br />It will not be long, love, till our wedding day."<br />As she stepped away from me and she moved through the fair<br />And fondly I watched her move here and move there<br />And then she turned homeward with one star awake<br />Like the swan in the evening moves over the lake.<br /><br />The people were saying, no two e'er were wed<br />But one had a sorrow that never was said<br />And I smiled as she passed with her goods and her gear<br />And that was the last that I saw of my dear.<br /><br />Last night she came to me, my dead love came in<br />So softly she came that her feet made no din<br />As she laid her hand on me and this she did say:<br /> It will not be long, love, 'til our wedding day.Sarah Hosshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03244603481471171862noreply@blogger.com