I sang this in the drunk tank of a Californian jail one unfortunate night, it was my only escape back to that Tulla road just outside Ennis. The other prisoners were intrigued but the warders didn’t like me feeling free inside that cell, so they charged me with being drunk in public and threw me out at 8am in rhe middle of nowhere.
Last night as I lay dreamin' Of pleasant days gone by Me mind bein' bent on rambling To Ireland I did fly I stepped on board a vision and I followed with the wind Till first I came to anchor at The cross at Spancil Hill It being the 23rd of June The day before the fair Where Ireland's sons and daughters And friends assembled there The young, the old The brave and the bold came Their duty to fulfill At the parish church near Clooney A mile from Spancil Hill I went to see my neighbours to See what they might say The old ones were all dead and gone The young ones turning grey I met the tailor Quigley He's as bold as ever still He used to mend my britches when I lived in Spancil Hill I took a flying visit to my one and only love She's as white as any lily As gentle as a dove She threw her arms around Me, saying "Johnny, i love you still" She is Nell, the farmer's daughter The pride of Spancil Hill I dreamt I held and kissed her As in the days of old Saying, "Johnny, you're only joking As many's the time before" But the cock, he crew in the morning He crew both loud and shrill I awoke in California Many miles from Spancil Hill
I like the voice soft and grace
Probably my favorite Irish ballad. I love singing this song.
Stunning music and visuals! Thankyou. X ❤❤❤
I have just two words to say about this version of a classic…FANTASTIC and HAUNTING ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤
Love this Sweet song.
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So blessed to have proud, and free Irish People! Blessings from Canada! Segen wünche aus Kanada!
a pleasure to hear
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Wonnnderrrfullll real scenes real voice from a real beautiful heart...
please do more music...... you are sooooo talented
Twisted my arm. Subscribed.
You have a very good eye 👁 for beauty... thank you for the share. Love your voice.. to make one peace with their own soul....
Thanks again Bryan :)
Awe! ~Be Still me 💚 Magical !
Thank you so much 💚
Love the stone structure in the beginning of the song.
It is unique indeed ❣️
A true masterpiece ⚖️
I wanna say I'm in love. I love this music so much, I've been falling asleep to it. Keep making more, or lyric videos pleaseeee
Thank you so much ❣
Es fascinante.
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Gyönyörű szép és tiszta ! ☀️💚
és valóban magával ragadó a szemed 🥰💖 a lelked tükre
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This is absolutely breath taking. WoW 👏 Lost for words. What a beautiful gift! Truly blessed and blessing others 🙏
Where did you get your whistle? Beautiful 😍
Beautiful music ...
Many thanks!
very well put together ....bravo
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Wow amazing 😍
Blend of beautiful scenes with your voice ❤
Your musics are always visually unique
Absolutely amazing, sung right into my ❤!
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Stunning 😵❤
Wow amazing!!!
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Wonderful...
Thanks a lot! :)
Amazing I love you voice
Your voice is like the sound of bells.
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Não é só musica. É uma experiência! ❤💚✨🧠
Восславим же Одина, за такое изумительное исполнение 🎉❤❤❤
"If you're lucky enough to be Irish, you're lucky enough." Brian Boru.
Heyyyyy I’m Irish!!
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Wonderful :)
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Wow
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Are you human🧚♀️🧚♂️❤❤
Nice
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I sang this in the drunk tank of a Californian jail one unfortunate night, it was my only escape back to that Tulla road just outside Ennis. The other prisoners were intrigued but the warders didn’t like me feeling free inside that cell, so they charged me with being drunk in public and threw me out at 8am in rhe middle of nowhere.
Красиво однако)
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Last night as I lay dreamin'
Of pleasant days gone by
Me mind bein' bent on rambling
To Ireland I did fly
I stepped on board a vision and
I followed with the wind
Till first I came to anchor at
The cross at Spancil Hill
It being the 23rd of June
The day before the fair
Where Ireland's sons and daughters
And friends assembled there
The young, the old
The brave and the bold came
Their duty to fulfill
At the parish church near Clooney
A mile from Spancil Hill
I went to see my neighbours to
See what they might say
The old ones were all dead and gone
The young ones turning grey
I met the tailor Quigley
He's as bold as ever still
He used to mend my britches when
I lived in Spancil Hill
I took a flying visit to my one and only love
She's as white as any lily
As gentle as a dove
She threw her arms around
Me, saying "Johnny, i love you still"
She is Nell, the farmer's daughter
The pride of Spancil Hill
I dreamt I held and kissed her
As in the days of old
Saying, "Johnny, you're only joking
As many's the time before"
But the cock, he crew in the morning
He crew both loud and shrill
I awoke in California
Many miles from Spancil Hill
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You have to Cover much more songs Lady you are a fairy a wonderful forrest creature
lindo
Gracias!
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