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A song for the homesick Irish emigrant. By Jack Miller (dadai) and Richard Schletty (rschletty)
THIS REMIX is based on comments by Tom Atwood. The reverb levels have been adjusted.
Comments from Jack: I started this song in December 2004 in hopes of having it ready for St. Patrick's Day. Alas, a lyric creative funk kept it from being completed. Richard has collaborated with me to complete the lyrics as well as added his superb vocals.
The original demo for this is my contribution to the Macjams Birthday song Part 1 (Dadai), of course sung with birthday lyrics!
Comments from Rich: This song has an incredible amount of vitality. Jack's excellent instrumentation really drove my vocal interpretation. He didn't use any prefab loops. It's all live playing. What fun singing this!
Jack Miller: music, rhythm & lead guitars, recorder, tambourine, lyrics and mixing. Richard Schletty: lyrics, vocals and mixing.
Song art: photo in Ireland by Jack's daughter Laura..
THIS REMIX is based on comments by Tom Atwood. The reverb levels have been adjusted.
Comments from Jack: I started this song in December 2004 in hopes of having it ready for St. Patrick's Day. Alas, a lyric creative funk kept it from being completed. Richard has collaborated with me to complete the lyrics as well as added his superb vocals.
The original demo for this is my contribution to the Macjams Birthday song Part 1 (Dadai), of course sung with birthday lyrics!
Comments from Rich: This song has an incredible amount of vitality. Jack's excellent instrumentation really drove my vocal interpretation. He didn't use any prefab loops. It's all live playing. What fun singing this!
Jack Miller: music, rhythm & lead guitars, recorder, tambourine, lyrics and mixing. Richard Schletty: lyrics, vocals and mixing.
Song art: photo in Ireland by Jack's daughter Laura..
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Lyrics
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It's been thirty long years since I left her,
thirty long years to the day.
I set out to find my good fortune,
set out to make my own way.
Like many that went out before me,
I only dreamed of what could be.
But now all my dreaming looks backward
to my home across the sea.
Good luck to the anglers baiting.
Good fortune in life's lottery.
My own destiny is awaiting
in my home across the sea.
I'm hearing the pipes playing sweetly.
The music and mirth make me smile.
The dawn of a new day excites me
as I dream of my Emerald Isle.
And in my mind, oh, the memories prevail:
The stone walls weaving through the meadow,
the hanging mist as the fishermen set sail.
It's where I still long to be--my home long ago!
So many long hours in this faraway field,
for love and for money I toil.
Though all my fine labor has given me yield,
I'd rather breathe Ireland's soil.
Now as the shadows do lengthen,
I yearn to return to my source,
the wellspring that will help me strengthen
my sinews, my heart, my life force!
And in my mind, oh, the pictures I still see:
The cattle clanking along the hedgerow,
the hanging mist as the fishermen set sail.
It's where I still long to be -- my home long ago!
It's been thirty long years since I left her,
thirty long years to the day.
I set out to find my good fortune,
set out to make my own way.
Like many that went out before me,
I only dreamed of what could be.
But now all my dreaming looks backward
to my home across the sea.
Song ©2005 Jack Miller
Lyrics ©2005 Jack Miller & Richard Schletty
It's been thirty long years since I left her,
thirty long years to the day.
I set out to find my good fortune,
set out to make my own way.
Like many that went out before me,
I only dreamed of what could be.
But now all my dreaming looks backward
to my home across the sea.
Good luck to the anglers baiting.
Good fortune in life's lottery.
My own destiny is awaiting
in my home across the sea.
I'm hearing the pipes playing sweetly.
The music and mirth make me smile.
The dawn of a new day excites me
as I dream of my Emerald Isle.
And in my mind, oh, the memories prevail:
The stone walls weaving through the meadow,
the hanging mist as the fishermen set sail.
It's where I still long to be--my home long ago!
So many long hours in this faraway field,
for love and for money I toil.
Though all my fine labor has given me yield,
I'd rather breathe Ireland's soil.
Now as the shadows do lengthen,
I yearn to return to my source,
the wellspring that will help me strengthen
my sinews, my heart, my life force!
And in my mind, oh, the pictures I still see:
The cattle clanking along the hedgerow,
the hanging mist as the fishermen set sail.
It's where I still long to be -- my home long ago!
It's been thirty long years since I left her,
thirty long years to the day.
I set out to find my good fortune,
set out to make my own way.
Like many that went out before me,
I only dreamed of what could be.
But now all my dreaming looks backward
to my home across the sea.
Song ©2005 Jack Miller
Lyrics ©2005 Jack Miller & Richard Schletty
SlimGirlFat
really are sounding extremely polished.
This is a wonderful song. Sung beautifully and the
accompanying music is very emotive.
I love that recorder, in fact I love all of this.
the production on this is also really good. CD??????
excellent
Slimmie