Putumayo Presents: Celtic Tides: A Musical Odyssey

You'll find me sitting at this table With my friend Fin and my friend John My friend Murdaney tells us stories Of things long gone, long gone And we may take a glass together The whisky makes it all so clear It fires our dulled imaginations And I fee

Oh lass, gin' ye would think it right Tae gyang wi' me this very night We'll cuddle tae the mornin' light By a' the lave unseen O And ye will be my dearie My ain dearest dearie It's ye will be my dearie Gin ye meet me at e'en O I canna for my mammy g

I don't know if you can see, the changes that have come over me In these last few days, I've been afraid that I might drift away And I've been tellin old stories, singing songs That made me think about where I came from And That's the reason why I se