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Quote from PaddyC on October 11, 2008, 2:00 amDoes anyone know a song about a man walking through a grave yard and he speaks to all our rebel heroes individually? He hears Padraid Pierce and Kevin Barry and how they died.....
Does anyone know a song about a man walking through a grave yard and he speaks to all our rebel heroes individually? He hears Padraid Pierce and Kevin Barry and how they died.....
Quote from Patabricky on November 21, 2008, 6:50 pmIs that the 'green fields of france'?
Is that the 'green fields of france'?
Quote from PaddyC on December 24, 2008, 4:26 amNo,it's not The Green Fields of France. I know almost every ballad every written...growing up in a house full of music we had no choice but to listen !!
I worked for a Clare man,Cassidy was his name. He had a bar in Toronto, Canada and every night he had a few beers he would sing this song. A beautifull ballad about a man walking through a grave yard and all of our brave patriots spoke to him. The chorus goes:
Maybe now we will see Ireland re-united and free
No,it's not The Green Fields of France. I know almost every ballad every written...growing up in a house full of music we had no choice but to listen !!
I worked for a Clare man,Cassidy was his name. He had a bar in Toronto, Canada and every night he had a few beers he would sing this song. A beautifull ballad about a man walking through a grave yard and all of our brave patriots spoke to him. The chorus goes:
Maybe now we will see Ireland re-united and free
Quote from admin on December 24, 2008, 12:09 pmHi,
Could it possibly be this one? I found it on another website. Hope it helps.
Peter
THE LEGEND
I went to see a legend just the other night
At the Yankee Stadium, underneath the lights.I heard a man speaking after years and years in jail.
His name it was Mandela and he came to tell his tale.The crowd they cheered him loudly, ah, but then the silence fell
As he spoke about the hard years in a South African cell.And though he was free, his heart was feelin' the pain,
For his country and his people were still a part of that shame.He said he hoped that we would join him and walk down freedom's path,
And these roads would be the hardest, oh, but they would be the last.And to join our hands together so that we might be as one,
And to bring ourselves to the cause so his battle could be won.I went home to bed that evening, went to sleep and I had a dream.
I was standing in the pouring rain, in an Irish field of green.And all around the headstones were the martyrs of the past.
I stood there in silence, and they spoke to me at last."Kevin Barry is my name, and I died in a cell.
They wanted the names of my comrades, oh, but this I would not tell.""And I am Roger Casement. I was shot in London town
For bringing German rifles to the lonely Banna Strand.""James Connolly is my name. The working people are my life.
When they shot me down in Kilmainham Gaol with strife.""And I am Padraic Pearse. I was shot down by the foe.
I read the proclamation at the steps of the GPO."And the last voice that I heard says, "My name is Bobby Sands,
And it's good to hear Mandela's words a-ringin' through the land."I want to hear them in Belfast, in Derry and Tyrone.
Maybe then those English soldiers will know it's time to go home."I woke up in the morning. I remembered them all.
And who would believe that they'd knocked down the Berlin Wall?And I said "Mandela, could this really be?
Maybe now we will see Ireland reunited and free.
Maybe now we will see Ireland reunited and free."
Hi,
Could it possibly be this one? I found it on another website. Hope it helps.
Peter
THE LEGEND
I went to see a legend just the other night
At the Yankee Stadium, underneath the lights.
I heard a man speaking after years and years in jail.
His name it was Mandela and he came to tell his tale.
The crowd they cheered him loudly, ah, but then the silence fell
As he spoke about the hard years in a South African cell.
And though he was free, his heart was feelin' the pain,
For his country and his people were still a part of that shame.
He said he hoped that we would join him and walk down freedom's path,
And these roads would be the hardest, oh, but they would be the last.
And to join our hands together so that we might be as one,
And to bring ourselves to the cause so his battle could be won.
I went home to bed that evening, went to sleep and I had a dream.
I was standing in the pouring rain, in an Irish field of green.
And all around the headstones were the martyrs of the past.
I stood there in silence, and they spoke to me at last.
"Kevin Barry is my name, and I died in a cell.
They wanted the names of my comrades, oh, but this I would not tell."
"And I am Roger Casement. I was shot in London town
For bringing German rifles to the lonely Banna Strand."
"James Connolly is my name. The working people are my life.
When they shot me down in Kilmainham Gaol with strife."
"And I am Padraic Pearse. I was shot down by the foe.
I read the proclamation at the steps of the GPO."
And the last voice that I heard says, "My name is Bobby Sands,
And it's good to hear Mandela's words a-ringin' through the land.
"I want to hear them in Belfast, in Derry and Tyrone.
Maybe then those English soldiers will know it's time to go home."
I woke up in the morning. I remembered them all.
And who would believe that they'd knocked down the Berlin Wall?
And I said "Mandela, could this really be?
Maybe now we will see Ireland reunited and free.
Maybe now we will see Ireland reunited and free."
Quote from PaddyC on January 13, 2009, 2:23 pmAh yes,that's it ! Thank you lato ! I have been back in Ireland 11 years and have never been able to find the lyrics. Fantastic....again thank you.
Ah yes,that's it ! Thank you lato ! I have been back in Ireland 11 years and have never been able to find the lyrics. Fantastic....again thank you.
Quote from Chris_Mc_Goudy on January 16, 2009, 12:29 amWhere would I listen to the music of this song
Where would I listen to the music of this song