Paroles The Kilfinane Parish de Siobhan

Siobhan
  • 0.0Vous n'aimez pas les paroles de Siobhanloading
  • Note 0.0/5 basée sur 0 avis.
  • Artiste: Siobhan34282
  • Chanson: The Kilfinane Parish
  • Langue:

Les chansons similaires

Weekend de Black Box Recorder

Laying on the floor, with my best friend Late at night, early morning Careful not to touch, we've drunk enough Just another weekend falling Friday night, Saturday morning Friday night, Saturday morning Friday...

Sunday Morning de Etienne Daho

Sunday morning brings the dawning It's just a restless feeling by my side Early dawning, sunday morning It's just the wasted years so close behind Watch out the world's behing you There's always...

That's Music To Me de Craig Campbell

Crickets singin' in the evening hours Daddy on guitar pickin' Wildwood Flower Old record player spinnin' LP's Yeah, that's music to me Reel screamin' large mouth on the line Georgia breeze whistlin'...

Early mornin' de Britney Spears

Early mornin' All right, I was out real late last night Got a little messy Early morning Can't be like that anymore, oh I was shaking my ass in the streets this morning Just walked in and it's early morning Got...

Bring It Back Again de Earlies (The)

my eyes are closed but i can see this is calling back to me oh they chime like bells on a sunday morning come close and bring them back again oh can you see by the early light we've been these characters...

Textes et Paroles de The Kilfinane Parish



His name is Patrick Lee and he's a right and pious man
He is the proper parish priest up there in Kilfinane
If I'd a shiny penny for each hour of his refrains
I'd buy a round for Limerick and feed it with the change

chorus: We all go up to Kilfinane
In Sunday morning rain
With holes in all our trousers
And devils in our brains
We all go up to Kilfinane
And what's it all to you
Liquefied, glassy-eyed
And lurching in the pews

It happens on a Saturday, they come from far and near
Some bring port and whiskey, and some bring malted beer
At old McFadden's cottage 'till the dawning of the day
Roaring up and staggering and drunk in disarray

O'Donnell brings a fiddle and there's music at the bar
There's pretty Jane McDougall and she's serving up the jars
By seven in the morning, O'Leary's in the lurch
We'll drop him in the wheelbarrow, and head towards the church

N'hésitez pas à faire une recherche de paroles d'une chanson dont vous ne connaissez qu'un morceau de texte avec notre moteur de paroles et chansons