eunan yer a saint yer wee freind in scotland,alan god bless molly shes away
killybegs44 2 weeks ago
I remember, I remember
Where I was used to swing,
And thought the air must rush as fresh
To swallows on the wing;
My spirit flew in feathers then
That is so heavy now,
The summer pools could hardly cool
The fever on my brow.
Lovely to hear old poems chanted by today's youth, a deep bow with thanks to you and Thomas Hood(*_*)
HellenElenaErena 1 year ago
Maire you're a true artist. Beautiful video! Lovely song. Thank you for posting. Maya
mayatatyana1 1 year ago
eunan yer a saint yer wee freind in scotland,alan god bless molly shes away
killybegs44 2 weeks ago
I remember, I remember
Where I was used to swing,
And thought the air must rush as fresh
To swallows on the wing;
My spirit flew in feathers then
That is so heavy now,
The summer pools could hardly cool
The fever on my brow.
Lovely to hear old poems chanted by today's youth, a deep bow with thanks to you and Thomas Hood(*_*)
HellenElenaErena 1 year ago
Maire you're a true artist. Beautiful video! Lovely song. Thank you for posting. Maya
mayatatyana1 1 year ago