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"The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance."
--Aristotle
Irish Song
1995
Far away in a land of bountiful green
A man climbed a mountainside
And for miles you’d hear echoes of his melody ring
As he called out too his bride
She’d be gone many a day
And no one knew not where
So he vowed to lay his tattered heart down
‘Til he found his maiden fair
And he would sing
Hi de aye aye hi aa
Oh where could my lover be
And he would sing
Hi de aye aye hi aa
Ireland bring her back to me
Alas, he heard his true loves fate
And to his misery
The one he loved for oh so long
Had washed in from the sea
He vanished into the mountainside
After her buried his love that spring
But if you turn your ear to the wind
You still might hear him sing
And he would sing
Hi de aye aye hi aa
Oh where could my lover be
And her would sing
Hi de aye aye hi aa
Ireland bring her back to me
Ireland bring her back to me
Fun fact! My band at the time, Kindred Spirit, was given a very warm welcome in New Orleans by a bar called Kerry's Irish Pub. We played there often. I performed there solo as well and with other musicians. It was a fun place. The only thing is, I didn't know one Irish song. Not one! When Kindred Spirits would play we would get asked to do this Irish song or that Irish song. We would have to apologize and just move on. Well, one night I decided to just WRITE one. So when they asked "Hey ladies, do an Irish song" we could reply by playing one! And when they asked, "What's the name of that song," I could simply reply "Irish Song". Good times!
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