Description: The Ghost of Willie Clancy, British & Irish, Irish Music, production music, flash music and company music
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Words & music by Gordon McLeod beyondthepale@tyler net 903 245 3705© Oct 2005
Look my darling over there!
The waving grass on the hills of Clare
Listen, hear the music swell
At The Bellbridge House Hotel
Summer brings ten thousand feet
To smooth the stones of Milltown’s street
Fiddles, flutes, pipers play
Down at Spanish point today
Chorus:
The music brings the sweetest smile,
We have come five thousand miles
Just to dance and play awhile
With the ghost of Willie Clancy
At The Crosses we step in
From the sunset, half-past ten
Soon the session will begin
Set our spirits flyin’
Chairs are shuffled, pints are set,
Old friends gather, newly met,
A pretty jig, then reels galore,
Dawn comes early, we still want more
Chorus:
Listen darling can you hear
The sound that rings from the hills of Clare?
The music floats out on the sea
Wraps its arms round you and me
If you could
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Lyrics:
The Ghost of Willie Clancy
Words & music by Gordon McLeod beyondthepale@tyler.net 903 245 3705© Oct. 2005
Look my darling over there!
The waving grass on the hills of Clare.
Listen, hear the music swell
At The Bellbridge House Hotel.
Summer brings ten thousand feet
To smooth the stones of Milltown’s street.
Fiddles, flutes, pipers play
Down at Spanish point today.
Chorus:
The music brings the sweetest smile,
We have come five thousand miles
Just to dance and play awhile
With the ghost of Willie Clancy.
At The Crosses we step in
From the sunset, half-past ten.
Soon the session will begin
Set our spirits flyin’.
Chairs are shuffled, pints are set,
Old friends gather, newly met,
A pretty jig, then reels galore,
Dawn comes early, we still want more.
Chorus:
Listen darling can you hear
The sound that rings from the hills of Clare?
The music floats out on the sea
Wraps its arms round you and me.
If you could have just one wish,
Would it be to feel like this?
Runs Thru our fingers just like rain
It hides to find us all again.
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