magic nights in the lobby bar
christy moore
there were magic nights in the lobby bar when brendan ring played madame bonaparte
and every note that the piper would play would send me away send me away
to a field by a river where the trees are so green
the deepest of green that you've ever seen
where once you have been you can go back again
cause it's only in your mind
there were magic nights in the lobby bar with ricky lynch and his golden guitar
singin' autumn in mayfield and the barley was ripe and the harvest moon was low in the sky
and fathers were tall and kind
and every note ricky lynch would play would send me away
to a field by a river where the trees are so green
the deepest of green that you've ever seen
where once you have been you can go back again
cause it's only in your mind
there were magic nights in the lobby bar when ger wolfe would sing like a lark
singing winter hung her coat on a hanger of dark
singing i am the blood of eireann spilled in a lonely cave
and i am the flower of ireland adrift on the ocean wave
and i am the lark of mayfield tumbling down the hill
i am the child of summer and i can remember it still
and every note that ger wolfe would play would send me away
to a field by a river where the trees are so green
the deepest of green that you've ever seen
where once you have been you can go back again
cause it's only in your mind
it was autumn in mayfield and the barley was ripe and the harvest moon was low in the sky
and fathers were tall and kind