2007_07_24-In-Dublin's-fair-city

The Purpose of HEALING - K.I.S.S.

- as stated 12 years ago - was and is

to help me and my potential P E E R s

"to HEAL ourselves into WHOLEness,

and - by extension - all of CREATion!"

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pain, shame, fear, boredom, powerlessness,
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InteGRATion into GRATeFULLness
Singing&Sounding keeps me Sound

first song on this page
In Dublin's fair city

second song on this page

May it be an evening star

2007_07_24

In Dublin's fair city

Irish
Folksong

When hitch-hiking today from the new train-station "Lehavim"
to Arad
I was picked up by two women on their way to the Dead Sea.
One was the tourist - an Irish woman from Dublin!
Our talk made me remember the song I so often sang

I tried to adapt my singing to the somewhat akward transpositions in one of the midi-tunes

This is the version
-with two midi-tunes -
I found on the Internet

1. In Dublin's fair city,
Where girls are so pretty,
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone,
As she pushed her wheelbarrow
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"!
Chorus:
Alive, alive oh! alive, alive oh!
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"!

2. Now she was a fishmonger,
And sure twas no wonder,
For so were her mother and father before,
And they each wheeled their barrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"!
Chorus:

3. She died of a fever,
And no one could save her,
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone.
Now her ghost wheels her barrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"!
Chorus:

The version I learnt some 40 years ago
from a record by Alfred Deller,
is a bit different:

1. In Dublin, the city,
Where the girls are so pretty,
It was where I first met sweet Molly Malone,
She drove a wheelbarrow
Through streets wide and narrow,
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"!
Chorus:
Alive, alive oh! alive, alive oh!
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"!

2. She was a fishmonger,
And that was no wonder,
Her father and mother were fishmongers too,
They drove their wheel barrows
Through streets wide and narrow,
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"!
Chorus:

3. She died of the fever,
And nothing could save her,
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone.
Now her ghost drives her barrow,
Through streets wide and narrow,
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh"!
Chorus:

Here is a very different Irish song:
(from K.i.s.s.-Log 2008_02_08)

Northern Lights and Enya's Song

May it be an evening star
Shines down upon you
May it be when darkness falls
Your heart will be true
You walk a lonely road
Oh! How far you are from home

Mornie utúlië (darkness has come)
Believe and you will find your way
Mornie alantië (darkness has fallen)
A promise lives within you now

May it be the shadows call
Will fly away
May it be you journey on
To light the day
When the night is overcome
You may rise to find the sun