Celtic Woman - Greatest Journey (2009) by Celtic Woman (보컬) on maniadb.com

Sometimes in this life we hear
Calling from somewhere
Sometimes it is loud and clear
Sometimes it's so softly there

Sometimes it is in the sea
Sometimes in the sky
Sometimes it's in you and me
And sometimes it's a cry

Open your heart
I am calling you
Right from the very start
Your wounded heart was calling, too

Open your arms
You will find the answer
When you answer to the call

Sometimes it is in desire
Or in the love we fear
When the call keeps calling us
'Till the fear will disappear

When we have no dance to dance
The call is in the song
When we have no voice to sing
Then the call is calling strong

Open your heart
I am calling you
Right from the very start
Your wounded heart was calling, too

Open your arms
You will find the answer
When you answer to the call

Open your heart
I am calling you
Right from the very start
Your wounded heart was calling, too

Open your arms
You will find the answer
When you answer to the Call

Open your heart, your heart
And you will find the answer
To the call

When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary
When troubles come and my heart burdened be
Then, I am still and wait here in the silence
Until you come and sit awhile with me

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders
You raise me up, to more than I can be

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders
You raise me up, to more than I can be

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas
And I am strong, when I am on your shoulders
You raise me up, to more than I can be
You raise me up, to more than I can be

"The Voice"

I hear your voice on the wind
And I hear you call out my name

"Listen, my child," you say to me
"I am the voice of your history
Be not afraid, come follow me
Answer my call, and I'll set you free"

I am the voice in the wind and the pouring rain
I am the voice of your hunger and pain
I am the voice that always is calling you
I am the voice, I will remain

I am the voice in the fields when the summer's gone
The dance of the leaves when the autumn winds blow
Ne'er do I sleep thoughout all the cold winter long
I am the force that in springtime will grow

I am the voice of the past that will always be
Filled with my sorrow and blood in my fields
I am the voice of the future, bring me your peace
Bring me your peace, and my wounds, they will heal

I am the voice in the wind and the pouring rain
I am the voice of your hunger and pain
I am the voice that always is calling you
I am the voice

I am the voice of the past that will always be
I am the voice of your hunger and pain
I am the voice of the future
I am the voice, I am the voice
I am the voice, I am the voice

Oh, Danny boy
the pipes, the pipes are calling
from geld to gled
and down the mountain side

But summer`s gone
and all the roses are falling
it`s you, it`s you must go and I must bide

But comes he back
when summer`s in the meadow
or when the valley`s hushed
and white with snow

It`s I`ll be here in sunshine or in shadow
oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy
I love you so

But when he come
and all the flowers are dying
If I am dead as dead I will may be

You`ll come and find the place
where I am lying
and kneel and say and I`ll be there for me.

And I shall hear
tho` soft you tread above me
and all my graves will warm and sweeter be

For you`ll beg and tell me that you love me
and I shall sleep in peace
until you come to me

Isle of Inisfree - Celtic Woman

I've met some folks who say that I'm a dreamer,
And I've no doubt there's truth in what they say;
But sure a body's bound to be a dreamer,
When all the things he loves are far away.

And precious things are dreams unto an exile;
They take him o'er the land across the sea,
Especially when it happens he's an exile
From that dear lovely Isle of Inisfree.

And when the moonlight peeps across the rooftops
Of this great city, wondrous though it be,
I scarcely feel its wonder or its laughter;
I'm once again back home in Inisfree.

I wander o'er green hills through dreamy valleys,
And find a peace no other land would know;
I hear the birds make music fit for angels,
And watch the rivers laughing as they flow.

And then into a humble shack I wander,
My dear old home, and tenderly behold
The folks I love around the turf fire gathered;
On bended knees, their rosary is told.

But dreams don't last, though dreams are not forgotten,
And soon I'm back to stern reality;
But though they pave the footways here with gold dust,
I still would choose my Isle of Inisfree.

A 'n?on mh?n ?, sin anall na fir sh?ir?
A mh?ithairin mh?n ?, cuir na roithl?an go dt? m?

D?lam?n na binne bu?, d?lam?n Gaelach
D?lam?n na farraige, b'fhearr a bh? in ?irinn

T? ceann bu? ?ir ar an d?lam?n gaelach T? dh? chluais mhaol ar an d?lam?n maorach
Br?ga breaca dubha ar an d?lam?n gaelach T? bear?ad agus tri?s ar an d?lam?n maorach

D?lam?n na binne bu?, d?lam?n Gaelach
D?lam?n na farraige, b'fhearr a bh? in ?irinn
D?lam?n na binne bu?, d?lam?n Gaelach
D?lam?n na farraige, b'fhearr a bh? in ?irinn

G?ide a thug na t?re th?? arsa an d?lam?n gaelach
Ag s?ir? le do n?on, arsa an d?lam?n maorach

Rachaimid chun Ni?ir leis an d?lam?n gaelach
Ceann?imid br?ga daora ar an d?lam?n maorach

D?lam?n na binne bu?, d?lam?n Gaelach
D?lam?n na farraige, b'fhearr a bh? in ?irinn

? chuir m? sc?ala chuici, go gceann?inn c?or d?
S?'n sc?al a chuir s? chugam, go raibh a ceann c?ortha

D?lam?n na binne bu?, d?lam?n Gaelach
D?lam?n na farraige, b'fhearr a bh? in ?irinn

Cha bhfaigheann t? mo 'n?on, arsa an d?lam?n gaelach
Bheul, fuad?idh m? liom ?, arsa an d?lam?n maorach

D?lam?n na binne bu?, d?lam?n Gaelach

D?lam?n na binne bu?, d?lam?n Gaelach
D?lam?n na farraige, b'fhearr a bh? in ?irinn

D?lam?n na binne bu?, d?lam?n Gaelach
D?lam?n na farraige, b'fhearr a bh?, b'fhearr a bh?
D?lam?n na binne bu?, d?lam?n Gaelach
D?lam?n na farraige, b'fhearr a bh?, b'fhearr a bh?
B'fhearr a bh? in ?irinn

Ave Maria,
Gratia plena, Dominus tecum.
Benedicta tu in mulieribus,
Et benedictus, fructus ventris tui, Jesus.
Sancta Maria, sancta Maria, Maria,
Ora pro nobis, nobis peccatoribus,
Nunc et in hora, in hora mortis nostrae.
Amen. Amen.

High is the moon tonight
Hiding its guiding light
High

Heaven and earth do sleep
Still in the dark so deep
I will the darkness sweep

I will the moon to flight
I will the heavens bright
I will the earth delight

Open your eyes with me
See paradise with me
Awake and arise with me

I am the dawn, I'm the new day begun
I bring you the morning, I bring you the sun
I hold back the night and I open the skies
I give light to the world, I give sight to your eyes

From the first of all time, until time is undone
Forever and ever and ever and ever
And I am the dawn and the sky and the sun
I am one with the One, and I am the dawn

I am the sky and the dawn and the sun
I am the sky and the new day begun
I am the sky and the dawn and the sun

<BEYOND Sea The>
-Celtic Woman

Sailing, sailing

Somewhere beyond the sea
Somewhere waiting for me
My lover stands on golden sands
And watches the ships that go sailing


Somewhere beyond the sea
He's there watching for me
If I could fly like birds on high
Then straight to his arms I'd go sailing


It's far beyond the stars
It's near beyond the moon
I know beyond a doubt
My heart will lead me there soon


We'll meet beyond the shore
We'll kiss just like before
Happy we will be beyond the sea
And never again I'll go sailing


Sailing...


We'll meet, I know we'll meet beyond the shore
We'll kiss just as before
Happy we'll be beyond the sea
And never again I'll go sailing
.
Sailing
.
.
No more sailing
No more sailing
.....

As I came down through Dublin City
At the hour of twelve at night
Who should I see but the Spanish Lady
Washing her feet by candlelight
First she washed them, then she dried them
Over a fire of amber coal
In all my life I ne'er did see
A maid so sweet about the soul

Whack for the toora loora laddy
Whack for the toora loora lay
Whack for the toora loora laddy
Whack for the toora loora lay

As I came back through Dublin City,
At the hour of half past eight
Who should I spy but the Spanish Lady
Brushing her hair in the broad daylight
First she tossed it, then she brushed it
On her lap was a silver comb
In all my life I ne'er did see
A maid so fair since I did roam

Whack for the toora loora laddy
Whack for the toora loora lay
Whack for the toora loora laddy
Whack for the toora loora lay

As I went back through Dublin City
As the sun began to set
Who should I spy but the Spanish Lady
Catching a moth in a golden net
When she saw me, then she fled me
Lifting her petticoat over her knee
In all my life I ne'er did see
A maid so shy as the Spanish Lady

Whack for the toora loora laddy
Whack for the toora loora lay
Whack for the toora loora laddy
Whack for the toora loora lay
Whack for the toora loora laddy
Whack for the toora loora lay
Whack for the toora loora laddy
Whack for the toora loora lay