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Rich taking Jack's song in a little different direction. I lowered the key from Amin to Emin to accommodate my baritone voice. Compare to http://www.macjams.com/song/song_profile.php?lid=8531. Recorded in one pass at Rich's graphic design studio in St. Paul, Minnesota (not Las Vegas). Yep, me playing and singing at the same time, getting ready for my first solo gig at the local coffee shop.
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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 breath 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 breath 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
eltopo
A beautifully sung accoustic workout with wonderful
words.
Thanks for posting!