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Na Casaidigh with the popular Irish song about the 1798 Rebellion in Ireland. Na Casaidigh or The Cassidys are a traditional Irish family band from the Gaoth Dobhair (Gweedore) Gaeltacht in County Donegal. Lyrics: Oh then, tell me Seán O'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so? "Hush a bhuachaill, hush and listen", and his cheeks were all aglow, "I bear orders from the captain:- get you ready quick and soon For the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon" By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon, For the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon "And come tell me Seán O'Farrell where the gath'rin is to be?" "In the old spot by the river, right well known to you and me. One more word for signal token:- whistle out the marchin' tune, With your pike upon your shoulder, by the rising of the moon." By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon With your pike upon your shoulder, by the rising of the moon. Out from many a mud wall cabin eyes were watching through the night, Many a manly chest was throbbing, for the blessed morning light. Murmurs ran along the valleys like the banshee's lonely croon And a thousand pikes were flashing at the rising of the moon. At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon. And a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moon. There beside the singing river that black mass of men was seen, High above their shining weapons flew their own beloved green. "Death to every foe and traitor! Forward strike the marching tune." And hurrah my boys for freedom; 'tis the rising of the moon". Tis the rising of the moon, tis the rising of the moon And hurrah my boys for freedom; 'Tis the rising of the moon". Well they fought for poor old Ireland, and full bitter was their fate, Oh what glorious pride and sorrow, fills the name of ninety-eight! Yet, thank God, e'en still are beating hearts in manhood burning noon, Who would follow in their footsteps, at the risin' of the moon At the rising of the moon, At the rising of the moon Who would follow in their footsteps, at the risin' of the moon.
30 Jul 2011
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Jonge Edelherten in het Deelerwoud . Koude Winterdag - 8 februari 2009 (Music Rising of the moon)
11 Feb 2009
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Like A Comet Blazing 'Cross The Evening Sky Gone Too Soon Like A Rainbow Fading In The Twinkling Of An Eye Gone Too Soon Shiny And Sparkly And Splendidly Bright Here One Day Gone One Night Like The Loss Of Sunlight On A Cloudy Afternoon Gone Too Soon Like A Castle Built Upon A Sandy Beach Gone Too Soon Like A Perfect Flower That Is Just Beyond Your Reach Gone Too Soon Born To Amuse, To Inspire, To Delight Here One Day Gone One Night Like A Sunset Dying With The Rising Of The Moon Gone Too Soon Gone Too Soon
8 Jul 2009
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Like a comet Blazing `cross the evening sky Gone too soon Like a rainbow Fading in the twinkling of an eye Gone too soon Shiny and sparkly And splendidly bright Here one day Gone one night Like the loss of sunlight On a cloudy afternoon Gone too soon Like a castle Built upon a sandy beach Gone too soon Like a perfect flower That is just beyond your reach Gone too soon Born to amuse, to inspire, to delight Here one day Gone one night Like a sunset Dying with the rising of the moon Gone too soon Gone too soon
16 Dec 2009
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Michael's speech + performance. Of course after Michael's brutal death, this song is even more moving... The song was dedicated to Ryan White, a young victim of AIDS whom Michael befriended prior to his death. Michael performed this song at the ball for former President Bill Clinton's first inauguration on January 20, 1993, where he highlighted the importance of supporting research for a cure to this disease. Here are the lyrics : "Like A Comet Blazing 'Cross The Evening Sky Gone Too Soon Like A Rainbow Fading In The Twinkling Of An Eye Gone Too Soon Shiny And Sparkly And Splendidly Bright Here One Day Gone One Night Like The Loss Of Sunlight On A Cloudy Afternoon Gone Too Soon Like A Castle Built Upon A Sandy Beach Gone Too Soon Like A Perfect Flower That Is Just Beyond Your Reach Gone Too Soon Born To Amuse, To Inspire, To Delight Here One Day Gone One Night Like A Sunset Dying With The Rising Of The Moon Gone Too Soon Gone Too Soon..." Goodbye Michael, see you in Heaven **************** -FAIR USE- "Copyright Disclaimer Under Section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing. Non-profit, educational or personal use tips the balance in favor of fair use."
21 Dec 2009
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Like A Comet Blazing 'Cross The Evening Sky Gone Too Soon Like A Rainbow Fading In The Twinkling Of An Eye Gone Too Soon Shiny And Sparkly And Splendidly Bright Here One Day Gone One Night Like The Loss Of Sunlight On A Cloudy Afternoon Gone Too Soon Like A Castle Built Upon A Sandy Beach Gone Too Soon Like A Perfect Flower That Is Just Beyond Your Reach Gone Too Soon Born To Amuse, To Inspire, To Delight Here One Day Gone One Night Like A Sunset Dying With The Rising Of The Moon Gone Too Soon Gone Too Soon
13 May 2010
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*******mp3.Free-Music.TV We offer more than 4 Millions FREE MP3 music. Belinda Carlisle - Circle In The Sand (Lyrics) Sundown all around Walking thru the summer's end Waves crash baby, don't look back I won't walk away again Oh, baby, anywhere you go, We are bound together I begin, baby, where you end Some things are forever ! Circle in the sand 'Round and 'round Never ending love is what we've found And you complete the heart of me Our love is all we need Circle in the sand Cold wind, tide move in Shiver in the salty air Day breaks, my heart aches I will wait for you right here. Oh, baby when you look for me Can you see forever ? I begin baby, where you end We belong together Circle in the sand 'Round and 'round Rising of the moon as the sun goes down And you complete the heart of me Our love is all we need Circle in the sand Circle in the sand Baby can you hear me ? Can you hear me calling ?
2 Jun 2011
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LYRICS: The wind was a torrent of darkness among the ghastly trees The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon the cloudy seas The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor When the highwayman came riding, riding,riding The highwayman came riding up to the old inn door. He´d a french cocked hat at his forehead a bunch of lace at his chin A coat of claret velvet and breeches of brown doe-skin They fitted with nary a wrinkle his boots were up to the thigh and he rode with a jeweled twinkle his pistol butts a-twinkle his rapier hilt a-twinkle under the jeweled sky. And over cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard and he tapped with his whip on the shutters but all was locked and barred He whistled a tune to the window and who should be waiting there but the landlord´s black-eyed daughter Bess,the landlord´s daughter plaiting a dark red love knot into her long black hair. "One kiss my bonny sweetheart, I´m after a prize tonight but I should be back with the yellow gold before the morning light Yet if they press me sharply and harry me through the day Then look for me by the moonlight watch for me by the moonlight I´ll come to thee by the moonlight though hell should bar the way." He rose up right in the stirrups he scarce could reach her hand but she loosened her hair in the casement his face burned like a brand As a black cascade of purfume came tumbling over his breast and he kissed it´s waves in the moonlight oh,sweet waves in the moonlight He tugged at his rein in the moonlight and galloped away to the west. He did not come at the dawning He did not come at noon And out of the tawny sunset before the rise of the moon When the road was a gypsy´s ribbon looping the purple moor A redcoat troop came marching marching,marching King George´s men came marching up to the old inn door. They said no word to the landlord they drank his ale instead but they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed Two of them knelt at the casement with muskets at their side There was death at every window hell at one dark window for Bess could see through the casement the road that he would ride. They had tied her up to attention with many a sniggering jest They had bound a musket beside her with the barrel beneath her breast "Now keep good watch"and they kissed her she heard the dead man say "Look for me by the moonlight Watch for me by the moonlight I´ll come to thee by the moonlight though hell should bar the way." She twisted her hands behind her but all the knots held good! But she writhed her hands ´til her fingers were wet with sweat or blood They stretched and strained in the darkness and the hours crawled by like years till now on the stroke of midnight cold on the stroke of midnight the tip of her finger touched it the trigger at least was hers. Tot-a-lot,tot-a-lot had they heard it? The horse´s hooves rang clear Tot-a-lot,tot-a-lot in the distance were they deaf they did not hear? Down the ribbon of moonlight over the brow of the hill The highwayman came riding, riding,riding The redcoats looked to their priming she stood up straight and still. Tot-a-lot in the frosty silence Tot-a-lot in the echoing night Nearer he came and nearer her face was like a light Her eyes grew wide for a moment she drew a last deep breath Then her finger moved in the moonlight her musket shattered the moonlight shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him with her death. He turned,he spurred to the west He did not know she stood bowed with her head o´er musket drenched with her own red blood Not till the dawn he heard it his face grew grey to hear How Bess the landlord´s daughter the landlord´s black-eyed daughter had watched for her love in the moonlight and died in the darkness there. And back he spurred like a madman shrieking a curse to the sky! With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high! Blood-red were the spurs in the golden noon wine-red was his velvet coat When they shot him down in the highway down like a dog on the highway and he lay in his blood in the highway with a bunch of lace at his throat. Still on a winter´s night they say when the wind is in the trees When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon the cloudy seas When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor a highwayman comes riding, riding,riding a highwayman comes riding up to the old inn door.
15 May 2013
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